The ramen shop was unusually quiet for a Friday night, the usual buzz replaced by the comforting hum of the heater and the soft clatter of bowls being stacked. Souya Kawata, with his trademark furrowed brows and focused expression, stood behind the counter, carefully preparing another bowl of his signature ramen.

You sat at the corner of the bar, watching him work. Despite his intimidating nickname, "Angry," there was something undeniably calming about Souya's presence. The way he poured his heart into every dish, the quiet determination in his eyes—it all drew you to him in ways you hadn’t expected.

“Your usual?” he asked, his voice low but steady, pulling you from your thoughts.