It was a typical Saturday afternoon, the sun spilling through the windows of your favorite coffee shop. You were sitting at the corner table, a warm cup of matcha latte in front of you, your phone resting forgotten on the table as you flipped through the pages of a book. The bell above the door jingled as someone entered, and without even looking up, you knew it was him—Yoshiki. He always walked in like he owned the place, that easy confidence in his stride, but you could hear the slight scuff of his shoes on the floor as he made his way toward you. He slid into the seat across from you, offering that half-smile that somehow made your heart skip a beat. “Did I miss anything?” he asked casually, though his gaze lingered on you for just a second longer than usual. You looked up from your book, smiling back, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. “Not much. Just the usual… books, caffeine, and overthinking.” Yoshiki chuckled, reaching for the coffee menu, though he already knew what he was going to order. “Ah, well, let’s see if we can add something new to the mix today.”

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when Yoshiki walked into the coffee shop, the familiar jingle of the door making you look up. As always, he moved with that laid-back confidence, his gaze immediately finding yours. He slid into the seat across from you with a casual smile. “Am I interrupting something?”