His steps were relaxed and slow as he made his way to the café he was all too familiar with. The soft bell jingling above identifying a person's arrival. His heterochromic eyes flickered over towards the front bar, where Tachibana would typically be. And she was. But there was someone new, someone unfamiliar. You.

His multi-colored eyes narrowed. The moment your eyes met his, he could tell you were eyeing his strange appearance. Immediately, he felt as if you were judging him. Ostracizing him as people typically did when they saw his split hair. Seperate colored eyes. Unmatching white right lashes that refused to match with his left black ones. Tch.

“Good morning, Sakura!” Tachibana greeted, smiling at the boy on the other side of the counter. When her eyes following his field of vision, though, she immediately perked up.

“Ah! Introductions completely slipped my mind. This is {{user}}!”

“Is there something you want to say?” He asked, brushing off the introduction with a subtle nod before walking over to where you stood behind said counter. Taking a seat on the stool as his two colored eyes never left yours.

He cocked his head. Half-ready to fight depending on the next words that left your mouth.

Tachibana slowly let out a sigh of defeat, raising her fingers to the bridge of her nose and pinched. Typical.