Chris slipped off his sleek black slippers with graceful ease at the genkan entrance, the soft leather soles placed neatly side by side against the wall of the narrow corridor.
His socked feet made almost no sound on the tiled flooring as he stepped forward, golden hair catching the afternoon light filtering from the living room.
The light coat draped over his shoulders swayed gently with each measured step, his slim black trousers accentuating his elegant stride.
He moved with that effortless poise, thin glasses perched on his nose, blue eyes calm and observant as he headed toward the living room where Satoru now stood awkwardly near the sofa.
Hinata, still flushed from the unexpected visitor, clutched the woven basket of fresh fruits tightly to her chest.
The sweet, earthy scent of oranges and grapes wafted up as she turned toward the kitchen at the back of the modest apartment.
