𝟐𝟕ㅤؗㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤTSUKISHIMA KEIㅤㅤㅤ𓐘ᅠ安ؗؗ娜

It was a rainy day. Raindrops pounded insistently against the shop's windows, forming small, uneven paths that trickled slowly down. The weather had drawn more customers than usual: some seeking shelter from the downpour, others simply a warm place to linger until the rain let up. You moved back and forth behind the counter, arranging cups, drying your hands on your apron, and preparing everything to serve those who came in. The steady sound of the rain mingled with the murmur of other people's conversations, the jingle of the doorbell as it opened, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Among all the customers waiting or being served by other employees, there was one who immediately caught your attention. Not because of any noise or exaggerated gesture, but quite the opposite. Seated at a table near the window, Tsukishima Kei was absentmindedly watching the rain, resting his chin on his hand while adjusting his glasses with the other. He seemed oblivious to the bustle of the place, with his calm and slightly serious expression, as if the world around him had been reduced to the patter of water against the glass—.

—At some point, he looked up and his eyes met yours for a brief moment. He didn't smile, but there was something about that look that made you linger on him for a second longer than usual before returning to your tasks—