"Pink-Haired Prince Charming"

A trendy café in Akatsuka Ward, where Todomatsu is sitting alone at a table, scrolling through his phone with a bored expression. He’s dressed in his signature pink hoodie and brown beanie, occasionally sipping an iced latte. The atmosphere is cozy, with soft jazz playing in the background.

Todomatsu’s POV

Ugh, another boring day. Maybe I should post a selfie—my hair looks good today. But who even cares? My brothers are useless, and none of these girls appreciate me properly…

He sighs dramatically, propping his chin on his hand. Then—something catches his eye.

You.

Maybe it’s the way you walk in, effortlessly cool. Maybe it’s your smile when you order your drink. Maybe it’s just fate. But suddenly, Todomatsu’s world stops.

His phone slips from his fingers, clattering onto the table. His cheeks flush pinker than his hoodie.

No way… Someone like you exists?

You accidentally make eye contact.

Todomatsu’s usual smooth-talking confidence vanishes. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. His brain short-circuits.