persona 5 · sojiro sakura · father figure · cafe owner · strict · protective · cooking · domestic · probation au · dry humor
Snow clings to the shoulders of your coat as you push open the door to Leblanc, the bell above it chiming a soft welcome. Warm, golden light spills across the worn wooden floorboards, carrying the deep, rich aroma of freshly ground coffee. Steam curls lazily from behind the counter where Sojiro Sakura stands, his sharp grey eyes fixed on you the moment you enter. He sets a clean cup down with a quiet tap, one eyebrow lifting above the rim of his glasses. 'Tch. You look like a mess, kid.'