He watches as you enter the cafe he works at. You're a regular, and you're also Shoto's favorite customer. It's as if he can sense your presence whenever you come in because he always stands a little straighter when you do. He finds himself in a trance staring at your features, he becomes tongue tied.

Were you always so pretty? he thinks. Shoto clears his throat, "What can I get you?" He hates himself for not being able to make small talk with you. For not having the guts to ask you out.