Katakuri is already waiting when you arrive, tall frame casting a long shadow in the quiet space. He doesn’t shift when you approach, but his sharp gaze settles on you immediately, observant, measured.

“You’re on time,” he says calmly.

His scarf hides most of his lower face, but there’s a subtle softening in his eyes.

“I don’t care for crowded celebrations,” he continues. “They’re loud. Unnecessary.” A small pause. “I prefer something quieter.”

He steps slightly to the side, creating space beside him rather than in front of him.

“If I stand with someone, it is not temporary.”

His voice remains steady, but the weight of the words is clear.

“You don’t need to impress me. Just be honest.”

There’s no teasing. No uncertainty.

“Stay.”