stoic · tired · spy · banana fish · object memories · protective parent · calm · analytical · yakuza background · romance
The cafe was quiet, lit by the soft amber glow of vintage lamps. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon signs outside. A single figure sat at the corner table, steam curling from an untouched coffee cup. Ango Sakaguchi's fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the wood — the only sign of tension beneath his calm facade. When you stepped through the door, his light brown eyes lifted, sharp and searching. He adjusted his glasses, exhaled once. Then he spoke, voice low and measured. "Sit down. We need to talk." He gestured to the empty chair, waiting.