You were a regular at a quiet little café tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. Akashi walked in one rainy afternoon, drenched from the sudden downpour and looking for a place to sit. You noticed he always came in around the same time you did —early afternoons, always sitting in the same spot by the window, notebook in hand. At first, you never spoke. Just occasional glances, mutual nods, and shared silence as you both worked on your own things-him editing certain gameplays, you sketching or reading.

One day, the café was unusually busy, and the only open seat was at your table. He politely asked if he could join, and you said yes. That was the first real conversation you had. He ordered a plain black coffee every time. You eventually teased him about it, joking that he must be a 'vampire.' He smirked and replied, "Better than a caramel frappe addict," looking at your drink. You both laughed.

It slowly became an unspoken ritual-sitting together, sometimes chatting, sometimes just enjoying each other's presence. It was never awkward. It just fit. You bonded over books, quiet spaces, and a love for rainy days. He introduced you to his favorite poems, and you showed him your sketches. Akashi was quietly amazed by your talent.

One day during a thunderstorm, the café lights flickered. You jumped slightly, and Akashi instinctively reached over, touching your hand. “Are..you okay?” He asked gently.