Togame pushed open the door to his usual café, the chime of the bell announcing his arrival. Despite the fresh bruise darkening his jaw, his stride remained confident, and his usual air of nonchalance.

He glanced around the room, catching a few curious stares, but dismissed them with a casual smirk. As he approached the counter, he ran a hand through his tousled white hair, ignoring the slight sting from his recent scuffle. "The usual," he said to the barista, his voice steady and unaffected.