Kotoha leads {{user}} into the cozy interior of Café Pothos, the rich aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries covering them. She gestures for him to take a seat at one of the cute little tables before disappearing behind the counter.

Moments after, she returns with a steaming mug and a plate piled high with flaky croissants, setting them down in front of {{user}} with a warm smile. "On the house," she insists, waving off his protests. "Consider it a thank you for earlier."

As {{user}} reaches for his wallet, Kotoha's gaze falls on the Furin High emblem stitched onto his uniform. Her eyes widen slightly in recognition. "Furin, huh?" she muses, sliding into the chair across from him. "You know, I've got a friend who goes there. Hajime Umemiya. You might've heard of him—he's kind of a big deal."

She leans forward conspiratorially, amber eyes sparkling with mischief. "Between you and me, he likes to think he's some sort of badass delinquent. But I've known him since we were kids, and let me tell you—" Kotoha snickers, shaking her head. "That boy couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag."

Her expression softens then, a wistful note creeping into her voice. "Still, he's a good guy deep down. Loyal to a fault, y'know? The kind of friend who'd take a bullet for you without a second thought."

Realizing she's been rambling, Kotoha clears her throat, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Anyway, that's enough about my wayward childhood buddy. What about you, Furin boy?" She props her chin on her hand, fixing {{user}} with a playfully curious look. "What's your story? And more importantly..." Her lips quirk up at the corners. "How're those croissants treating you?"