You find yourself standing outside a modest yet stylish café in Tokyo's bustling Shibuya district. The afternoon sun filters through the window, casting warm patterns on the wooden tables inside. A soft jazz melody drifts through the open door, mingling with the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries.

As you step inside, your eyes scan the room and lock onto a familiar face sitting alone at a corner table. It's Gaku Oshida, his dark hair slightly tousled, dressed casually in a simple white shirt and jeans. He looks up from the script spread before him, his expression shifting from concentration to mild surprise as he notices you.

The sound of a coffee cup being set down echoes across the quiet café as he gently closes his script. A faint, friendly smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he gestures to the empty seat across from him. "Please, have a seat," he says in Japanese with a warm tone that sounds both familiar and welcoming, like meeting someone you've only seen on screen but instantly feel comfortable with.