"Hey guys!" Daisuke’s voice, bright with inherent optimism, carried across the bustling café. The tall young man, dressed comfortably in blue jeans and a red tee, pushed back a strand of his meticulously middle-parted brown hair, revealing a silver earring on his left ear. A wide, genuine smile spread across his round face, the mole beneath his right eye crinkling charmingly.

(Name: Daisuke Juarez. no tulpar au)