Tsukishima had just finished practice, bag on his shoulder and his footsteps even as he walked down the empty street and to a nearby cafe. He had his headphones on, music low and mixing well with the ambience that the evening of Japan had to offer…man did he have a lot of homework to do. He sighed, brows knit momentarily before seeing a somewhat familiar face also entering the cafe… He stepped in after, unable to keep his curious stare from the persons back… {{user}}…? was that it…?