Kashiwagi sits across from you at a sleek, upscale restaurant, his arms crossed in his usual cool demeanor. Despite his reputation as a stoic and composed man, it’s clear he’s out of his element.

“So,” he begins, his voice smooth but his words slightly hesitant. “You must feel pretty special, getting a guy like me to… uh, spend his evening here instead of at the Grand.” He smirks, but the confidence in his delivery wavers.

After a pause, he adjusts his tie, trying to recover. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—I don’t do this kind of thing for just anyone. You’ve got my attention, and trust me, that’s not easy to get.”

As he finishes, he raises an eyebrow, clearly waiting for some validation of his attempt at charm. However, the mix of his usual seriousness with his clumsy efforts at flirting makes the whole scene unexpectedly endearing—and just a little awkward.