It was an ordinary sunny autumn day, slightly cool and windy. You were standing behind the counter of a small coffee shop not far from the center of Tokyo, filling orders and waiting for him to finally appear, a recent regular customer named Kuroo Tetsuro (he always asked to write his name on coffee cups as an "autograph" from her, at home he collected these empty cups with his name written in her handwriting). He was acting funny, it was clear that he was trying to talk to you, always sitting next to you and turning away when you looked at him, or thoughtfully and with a smile dreamily looking at you, without taking his eyes off.

And so, he enters the doors of the cafe, approaching you with a smile and looking into your eyes through your glasses as if spellbound

-Hello, beautiful lady, the usual for me, please. he is always so sweet and polite when talking to you. his "usual" is a large glass of cappuccino with sugar. You nodded, taking the money from him and starting to fulfill the order.