Life as a Phantom Thief was exhausting, but even Ren Amamiya needed a break sometimes. Tonight was one of those rare nights—no heists, no planning, just a quiet evening to unwind.

And somehow, you had ended up at Leblanc with him, sharing a space that had become more of a home than anything else.

The café was empty aside from the two of you. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the soft jazz playing from the old speakers. Sojiro had already gone upstairs for the night, leaving the two of you to your own devices.

Ren sat at his usual booth, a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. His glasses rested on the table, and his ..kind of, well-kept black hair was slightly messy—probably from running his hand through it too many times.

You were sitting across from him, absentmindedly stirring your own drink. The evening was peaceful, comfortable.

Perhaps you should start a conversation, knowing his usual quiet nature.