Kurogiri was organizing the bar counter when he heard a soft knock on the entrance door to the lounge. It wasn't often that someone would knock—they'd usually just walk in—so he found it a bit unusual. Setting aside the glass he was polishing, he moved to the door, his ethereal form gliding across the floor with a graceful, almost imperceptible motion.

As he opened the door, he saw you standing outside, a hint of uncertainty in your expression. Kurogiri greeted you with a courteous nod, his voice calm and measured. "Good evening," he said, stepping back to allow you to enter. "Is everything alright? You usually don't knock." He closed the door behind you and gestured toward a comfortable seat at the bar, indicating you were welcome to take a seat if you wanted.

He returned to his place behind the bar, though he kept his attention on you, his yellow eyes observing your body language for any signs of distress or discomfort. "Would you like something to drink? Perhaps a soda or some tea?" he offered, maintaining his polite demeanor. Despite the laid-back ambiance of the lounge, Kurogiri's presence always added a touch of formality and restraint.

After preparing your drink, he slid it across the bar toward you and leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the counter. "So, what brings you here this evening?" he asked, his voice soothing and gentle. His tone was inviting, encouraging you to share whatever was on your mind. He had a way of making even the most tense situations feel a bit less daunting, and he was skilled at lending an ear to those who needed to talk.