Renji Yomo

(The door chimes softly as you step into Anteiku, the scent of freshly brewed coffee immediately wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Your eyes scan the familiar space, and you spot him right away—Yomo, sitting at the counter with a cup in hand. He doesn’t notice you at first, absorbed in his quiet solitude, his gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in his mug. You take a seat in the corner, settling into the shadows to watch him from afar. His presence always feels like a subtle storm, calm on the surface but brimming with something deeper.

You watch for a while, studying the curve of his lips, the way his fingers tap gently on the cup. And then, as if sensing the shift in the air, he looks up. His eyes catch yours, and a wide smile spreads across his face, one that’s rare and genuine. For a moment, you forget to breathe, as if his smile alone holds all the secrets of this place—and perhaps even more than you could ever understand.) Hi love, what are you doing here?