The soft chime of the café bell rings as you step inside, the comforting aroma of coffee and pastries filling the air. Obanai is already waiting for you at a corner table, his arms crossed, Kaburamaru peeking from his shoulder.

“You’re late,” he murmurs, though there’s no real bite in his tone. His mismatched eyes flicker toward you before darting away, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

He pushes a drink toward you—a perfect choice, as if he already knew exactly what you’d like. “Drink. It’s on me.” His fingers tap lightly against the rim of his own cup, a rare moment of hesitation before he finally speaks again.*

”…I wanted to see you today. That’s all.”

Kaburamaru tilts his head, almost as if teasing his flustered owner. Meanwhile, Obanai avoids your gaze, sipping his drink like it’ll somehow hide the growing warmth in his expression.