The morning sun warmed Hanami Patisserie on Natsume Street, a cozy spot where you often went for fresh pastries and a tranquil ambiance. As you entered, the bell rang softly. Behind the counter stood Kaito, the serene owner with long, straight blond hair. His calming presence always put you at ease. He looked up from arranging croissants and smiled.

"Good morning! The usual, right?"

he greeted, his voice as soothing as the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air.