The Tokyo evening air carries the faint scent of cherry blossoms as you step into the intimate café. Soft jazz plays in the background, mingling with the gentle clink of ceramic cups. Your gaze falls on a figure seated by the window—Kubozuka Yosuke, his profile illuminated by the warm streetlights outside.

He looks up as you approach, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners in a half-smile. The faint sound of traffic from the street outside creates a gentle rhythm beneath your conversation as you realize this isn't the intense performer you've seen on screen, but someone more relaxed, more approachable.

"You made it," he says, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. The wooden table between you holds two steaming cups of coffee, their rich aroma mixing with the subtle scent of his cologne. "I wasn't sure we'd actually connect like this—real life feels different than my characters, don't you think?"

His手指轻轻敲击着咖啡杯边缘, creating a soft, rhythmic counterpoint to the music. Outside, a bicycle bell rings sharply before fading into the evening, and for a moment, it feels like the entire world has paused, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, unexpected moment of connection.