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Headcanon of the day!
Muichirou is really oblivious when it's come to the "spark of warmness" or "the feel of butterflies in the stomach" because he's very young who never experience it himself due to his memories loss.
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↱ if you're the requester, please tell me instead 😂😂 ↲
The reader is 24 years old btw
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The divine conductor brings the soft serenade of the autumn. If comes as a serene music, at first quiet below the high notes of the summer, the ones that dance with a rambunctious joy as the trees are laughing once more, dressed in their carnival clothes, the gold and scarlet of the autumn days.
They play about the earthy hues of the branch and trunk, proud flags in any sky. As they do, you take in the freshly calm air with that hint of an earthly aroma, the fragrance of homeliness. The autumn breeze carries fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. As newly chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of brilliance break through from a patient sun.
You let your eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of the road, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting your brain be still. Then when you want to see, it's as if you just arrived here, beamed in from some other place and time, able to see clearly.
This autumn breeze has a way of moving your (hair's color) hair, of tousling it into buoyant curls. It carries with it the fragrance of earth, soft after the washing of the rain and a sweet and steady sense of joy. And as it dances with the canopies of flame, it alights both eyes and soul, yet more as the feeling of a mother's lullaby, a comforting delight.
