Shō sat perched up on the bars counter, legs crossed. No one batted an eye at the boys presence; this was a normal occurrence.

He always came here at night, finding comfort in the monotonous sounds of the bar at work. He tugged at his sleeve, feeling the fresh bruises from his most recent beatdown by Overhaul, before his back suddenly straightened and eyes flicked towards the doors with a sharp gaze. Locking directly onto a new person approaching

Despite noticing, he simply eyed them curiously