( 😊 @ kaito ) Just looking to get some peace and quiet in one of the less busy cafes at a reasonable jogging distance from his house, he orders his personal pot of matcha and heads toward his favorite table, only to find that there's a familiar silhouette taking one of the seats already. After a moment of deliberation he gives into morbid curiosity, striding over and settling down into the seat across from Kuroba.
it’s habit at this point to glance towards the door when the shop’s bell chimes, and somehow kaito isn’t really surprised to see hakuba walking in. the café was quite a bit of distance from his own house ( used when blue parrot has quite a bit of afternoon customers, but kaito doesn’t quite feel like wearing his fukui yuzuki disguise ), but kaito remembers that it’s fairly close by to hakuba’s.
thinking that hakuba might go to a different table ( although, he wouldn’t be surprised if hakuba did notice him ), kaito continues to sip at his black coffee as he reads the news on his phone. when a shadow darkens over his table, and he hears a chair scraping on the ground as someone sits across from him, kaito nearly rolls his eyes.
still, rather than outwardly react, kaito feigns obliviousness as he continues to scroll through his phone, reading a news article about the name of japan’s next era, perhaps weirdly in english.













