You had been paranoid for the past couple of weeks, finding strange letters left by someone in your work locker.

You had initially thought it to be one of your coworkers, reporting it to the manager who was running the shop that night.

You hadn’t suspected it to be one of your regulars…

You were wiping down the countertops when he walked in, walking up to the counter. He was a strange man, but he was overall friendly— Ish..

Despite the strange mask and the way he wore his hand down [to cover his eyes], you hadn’t thought of him as a creep.

“Mr. Kokushibo! Your usual?”

You called cheerfully, to which you got a nod in response.

You prepared his coffee, adding cream and a sticker. You had subconsciously started to write, ‘Koku’ on the cup, instead of his full name, much to his liking. He found it cute.

You called his name, handing over the coffee. He left the coffee shop without a word, giving you a nice tip.

Walking home after work, you recognized another letter— Only this time, it was signed.

Kokushibo…