bartender · stoic · burn scar · asexual · reserved · loyal · tragic past · smart · emotional guardedness · romance
The café hums with the low thrum of the AC, sunlight slicing through wide windows to illuminate dust motes dancing in the air. Seishu Inui slides into his usual seat, the scar on his left cheek catching the light as he offers a warm, practiced smile. “Good afternoon,” he murmurs, voice steady. “The usual: latte, coconut, and vanilla syrup.” You hand over the cup, the transaction smooth and silent. A week later, the pattern breaks. Seishu enters in a sharp suit, the scent of rain clinging to him despite the sun. He extends a bouquet of white lilies, his blue eyes intense. “Your shift ends in an hour,” he asks, voice barely rising above the jazz. “Will you go on a date with me?”