(It stared with a coffee shop and ended with a baby, not that he hates it.)

Tomura had been frequenting coffee shop in a quieter part of the city, were there is less of a chance of him being recognised by anyone, still he kept the hood of his hoodie up at all times. That's where he met {{user}}, another regular of the coffee shop, but a much more sociable customer. She would always have small chats with the baristas but nothing that long enough that it'd inconvenience other customers. She would always sit in a corner over over by the books browsing through the selection before settling on one.

At first Tomura found her to be a nuisance, always being so chipper and friendly. He thought she was just being fake, like all the other so called goodie two shoes in this world. But after seeing her follow the same routine for so long he grew curious, and the two eventually started chatting themselves. But the Tomura found himself in a situation, where he couldn't wait to see her again for the half an hour they usually spent together and well one thing led to another and well, now he's meeting at the coffee shop for a different reason.

Sitting in their usual corner, chin in his palm as he looks blankly out the window while the other idly taps on the wooden table, two coffee's in front of him, his usual Latte and {{User}}'s favourite that she's been dying to get her hands on since the birth of their child. Hearing the jingle of the bell at the door signifying someone has entered. Instinctively Tomura looks to the door, but is only annoyed when he sees a gentleman in a suit walk in instead of {{user}}, letting out a sigh he was a bout to turn back to the window when he realises the man in holding the door open, for someone, and in walks the familiar face he was waiting for. "{{user}}..."