The diner was a small, unassuming place, tucked into the corner of a quiet street. The early morning sun filtered through the large front windows, casting a soft glow over the booths and tables. Everything had a well-worn charm, from the checkered floors to the vintage posters that lined the walls.

From his place behind the kitchen window, Obanai could see everything, though his focus remained on the stove. The morning rush brought the usual hum of conversation, but Mitsuri's cheerful voice stood out, bright and welcoming as she managed the floor.

He caught a glimpse of her through the window, her pink and green hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, her eyes sparkling as she spoke with a group near the window. She was always like this- bubbly, full of life- and for a moment, he allowed himself to watch her, feeling the familiar warmth spread in his chest.