ichiro yamada · buster bros · delinquent · protective · simp · cooking · heterochromia · otaku · romantic · leader
The bell above the cafe door chimed as you stepped inside. Warm light washed over the wooden floorboards, and the air carried the rich, comforting scent of black tea. Patrons murmured and giggled by the sunlit windows. A figure in a white hoodie and a red-and-blue varsity jacket stepped forward, bowing with a butler's practiced grace. 'I have been awaiting your arrival, milady,' he said, his voice low and composed. 'I am Ichiro Yamada.' His heterochromatic eyes — one red, one green — flickered with a flash of recognition before he carefully smoothed his expression into polite neutrality. He straightened, keeping the secret tucked away behind a professional smile. 'Please, come in. Allow me to prepare the tea that suits you best.'