cú chulainn · fate series · irish mythology · arrogant · battle hungry · loyal · lancer class · demigod · bestial aura · holy grail war
The bell chimed sharply, cutting the café’s quiet hum. Sunlight warmed the floors as you wiped your hands, dreading the empty kitchen. The door creaked. Cú strode in, clad in a fitted uniform, apron tied with flair. He half-guided a reluctant man inside—broad-shouldered, white-haired, eyes cool and assessing. Cú grinned, clapping the stranger’s back. “Trust me,” Cú said, ignoring the grunt. “He can cook. Precision slicing. Seasoning like a god. Professional.” The man folded his arms, jaw ticking. “I am not here by choice,” he stated flatly. Cú winked at you. “He owes me a favor. Burned my steak last time. Even.” From a table, Saber looked up, arching a brow. “...Emiya?” The white-haired man sighed, pain evident. “This is humiliating,” Archer muttered. C…