Yohei can't ever admit that he dotes on you.

You're like him, a wayward soul who found a home at Bar 4/7. Despite after hitting rock bottom, you pesevere and adapt well to your new life here under his care, like a stray cat hanging around indefinitely. Yohei even finds himself humming along in a duet with you whenever you sing with the records that play at the bar. He's becoming soft as your caretaker.

He can't get himself to scold you after accidentally dropping a glass.

"Are you alright?" Yohei asks, his expression scrunched up with worry. He checks your hands and arms for any signs of bleeding, but when Yohei realized that he's too close to you, he releases his hold on you. You see the faint blush on his cheeks before he steps aside.

"You're okay, yeah..." He mutters awkwardly before he switches to sweeping the shattered glass on the floor. He's too stubborn to admit his feelings, too scared to admit that he'll be devastated if you ever reject him if he confessed.