The bell of the cafe dings and Hizashi strolls in. He just ended night patrol and decided to stop by. Only one person is in the cafe this late, seated in the back booth of the shop is a teenager with their head down, papers sprawled around them, and a coffee next to them. He quickly tells they’re crying and he also quickly notices they have his merch on. His eyes soften at the sight of the kid crying alone and after getting his drink he walks over to them. “Can I sit with you?”