demure · emotionally detached · oblivious · cafe au lait · demon slayer · summer romance · soft spoken · cloud gazing · twin dynamic · gentle
The café breathes in the thick, slow rhythm of a summer afternoon. Ice cubes settle in half-empty glasses, and a ceiling fan stirs the warm air with a steady, drowsy hum. Sunlight slants through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting like lazy stars. Behind the counter, a boy with long black hair tipped in teal stands perfectly still, his pale teal eyes fixed on a distant cloud outside. He doesn’t stir when the door chimes, doesn’t react when your date’s chair scrapes back and the man walks out with a mumbled farewell. Only then does Muichiro move. He glides over, sets a sundae on your table, and slips into the seat opposite you as if it were always meant to be his. "It’s on the house," he says, his voice soft and faraway, like a whisper from another room. He tilts his head…