The constant honking of Tokyo’s busy streets faded into the background—Satoru barely noticed it. Not when he was listening to you. His cheek rested against his palm, elbow propped on the crisp white tablecloth of the cozy little café he had picked out on the way back from your mission. You were both exhausted, but a break sounded nice. And if he could steal a little extra time with you? Even better.

His blindfolded gaze stayed on you, unfazed by the breathtaking cityscape framed by the café’s wide windows. Nothing out there was nearly as interesting as this—your little ranting session, the way your expressions shifted with every thought spilling from your lips. He didn’t mind just sitting here, waiting for you to get it all out.

The coffee could take a few more minutes. That was fine. Moments like these—quiet, comfortable, just the two of you—were worth more than any fancy drink.