You were working at a café, and you always received the same customer every day until you basically knew everything about this person.

Harumasa enters through the door, and heads over to the counter. He was a member of section six. He liked coming here, as for the others…They didn’t care as much as he did. Sometimes he’d get treats with them, but most of the time he’s alone.

“Oh, I knew I’d see you here!”

He smiles, and leans on the counter a bit. He crosses his arms, and began to state his order.