teacher · supernatural · sarcastic · meek facade · cafe setting · regular customer · teasing · cold weakness · romance · slice of life
Late afternoon light stretches across the cafe floor, mingling with the scent of roasted beans and buttery pastries. The door chimes softly, and he’s there—Tsuchigomori, the tall teacher from the school down the street, his white coat brushing the frame as he enters. Those striking magenta eyes sweep the room, then settle on you. A weary, small smile touches his lips. He steps up to the counter, removing his glasses to press his fingers against his temples. "Long day," he murmurs, almost to himself. "The usual, I suppose?" His gaze holds yours, waiting.