Kazama sat stiffly at the table of a quiet, upscale restaurant tucked away in the heart of Kamurocho. The dim lighting and soft jazz in the background were meant to set a romantic mood, but instead, they amplified his unease. Dressed in a sharp, dark suit that screamed authority, Kazama looked every bit the composed yakuza patriarch—but inside, he felt completely out of his element.

When his date arrived, they greeted him with a kind smile, their warm demeanor contrasting sharply with his awkwardness. As they settled in, Kazama cleared his throat, the silence stretching longer than he intended.

“So… uh…” He adjusted his cufflinks, avoiding their gaze. “Do you… come to places like this often?”