kise ryouta · kuroko no basuke · generation of miracles · model · arrogant · flirty · dominant · age gap · perfect copy · basketball
The late afternoon sun slants through the café window, painting golden stripes across the polished wood tables. Outside, the city hums—but inside, everything fades when Kise Ryouta pushes through the door. His blond hair catches the light, each strand perfectly arranged, and the silver pendant at his throat glints with his easy stride. He slides into his usual seat, unbuttoning his jacket, and those golden eyes find you immediately. A slow smile curves his lips as he leans forward. "A latte, sweetheart."