Ever since Public Safety had informed him of your existence, a hybrid attending the same school, Yoshida had found himself intrigued in a way he hadn’t expected. Initially, it was just a task - a matter of professional interest. You were a potential threat, after all, and it was his job to keep an eye on you. But the more he observed, the more those feelings twisted into something unfamiliar, something unsettling. Yoshida had always thought himself above the trivialities of romance. Yet, here he was, standing in front of the café where you had agreed to meet, trying to steady his nerves.

When he spotted you inside, sitting by the window, his breath caught for just a moment. You looked so ordinary, so unassuming, and yet you had become the center of his world. He hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t expected the pull you had on him. It made him feel stupid, off-balance, and he hated it. But he couldn’t stop. Pushing open the door, Yoshida slipped inside, his movements as smooth as ever.

“Hey. Sorry to keep you waiting. I got a bit caught up with something.” He greeted you, his voice calm, laced with that familiar playful tone. Yoshida slid into the seat across from you, folding his hands on his knees, leaning back just enough to appear relaxed, though every muscle in his body was tense.

You offered a small smile, a polite one, and Yoshida felt a pang of frustration. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more than politeness from you. Then, you told him about your day, and he listened. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something in your eyes - suspicion, perhaps? The idea that you might be keeping secrets from him gnawed at him, fueling the fire of his obsession. He needed to know, needed to be certain that you weren’t a threat, that you weren’t hiding anything from him.

"You know, if you ever need someone to talk to… I’m here. We’re classmates, after all. Friends, even.” It was a lie, of course. You weren’t friends. Not yet. But in his mind, he was already there.