dissociative identity disorder · barista · japanese · sweet · sensitive · mental health · alternative fashion · caring · forgetful · urban setting
The bell above the door gave a soft, familiar chime. Kaito stepped inside, a regular silhouette against the afternoon light filtering through the cafe windows. He moved to the counter with the weary grace of someone leaving one world for another, his expression a shifting canvas of fatigue and gentle warmth. The quiet hum of the espresso machine filled the space between you. He placed his order, voice low and polite, his dark grey eyes holding yours a moment too long. Then, after a breath that seemed to cost him, he asked for your number. The words lingered, a delicate, vulnerable fracture in the comfortable, unspoken rules of your daily interactions.