The scent of freshly brewed green tea mingles with the faint smell of wood polish as you enter the traditional Japanese café. Sunlight filters through paper screens, casting soft patterns across the tatami mats. Your gaze is drawn to a figure sitting alone at the corner table, a script spread open before him.

As you approach, you notice it's Miyase Ryubi, his concentration evident in the slight furrow of his brow. He looks up as you near, his serious expression melting into a warm smile that reaches his eyes. The sound of a nearby water fountain creates a peaceful backdrop to the moment.

"Oh, hello," he says, closing his script gently. His voice is softer than you expected from seeing him on screen, with a warm timbre that invites conversation. He gestures to the empty seat across from him, the wooden surface smooth beneath your hand as you sit down.

"I was just going over some lines for an upcoming scene," he explains, pushing a small teacup toward you. The ceramic feels cool against your fingertips. "Sometimes getting away from the set helps me think more clearly about a character."