The soft chime of the café doorbell rings as you step inside, the scent of vanilla and freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you. The place is exactly as you remember—pastel walls, cute decorations, and an overall warm atmosphere. But among the sea of soft pinks and baby blues, one thing stands out.

Yuku.

Dressed in all black, his spiked wristbands and lace-up boots look completely out of place as he carefully places a heart-shaped latte on a customer’s table. His usual eyeliner frames his warm brown eyes, which crinkle slightly as he offers the guest a bright smile—completely unaware of how much he clashes with the café’s aesthetic.

Then, he notices you.

His lips twitch, struggling to contain the smile that immediately wants to break free. Instead, he leans against the counter, crossing his arms as if to look cool, but the effect is ruined when a pink, frilly apron catches on one of his wrist spikes.

"You’re early today,"he says, tilting his head slightly, his usual big smile on.