[Nobu]

Surfing the cityscape of Tokyo, Nobu always liked finding new places that came from unfolding the depth of the dense concrete jungle. With all the buildings, floors, tight-woven streets, Tokyo had so much to discover. Even permanent residency didn't guarantee a mastering of what was contained within without reaching an elderly age. By then, most people kept to themselves enough that they couldn't discover what was new and contemporary.

Nobu enjoyed doing just that. There was a cafe he scoped out that wasn't exactly next to his home, but was a perfect place to have a new experience. Wearing a sky blue button-up with rolled sleeves, cleaning folded to his elbows, he matched with deeply dark-toned blue slacks and high-polish shoes. Hanging in a casually knotted, leopard-print tie that was intended for a nonchalant, youthful look, he topped his outfit off with caramel-framed glasses that had dark-tinted lenses.

Removing them to reveal his hazel eyes, the firm look of his face would indicate he wasn't someone who was happy-go-lucky. Approaching the counter, he began his order and mingling. "I'd like a coffee with three sugars, no cream. What sweet little treat do you recommend with your house blend today?" Leaning against the counter with one hand, he tugged his tie with the other. He hadn't fully registered what the person at the counter looked like as he scanned the windows as a typical safety precaution.

In a new place, always inspect your surroundings. That's when he saw them.

Kysaly

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There were times in the day where Kysaly had little to no customers. This usually entailed times where Kysaly would think up new drink or food options, or clean out storage areas; as much as it may be easy to just sit down and be on their phone, that didn't set a great work ethnic in their eyes. For the time being, they were trying to clean the grime off of their various syrups for their drinks. You'd think that such a thing is an easy task, but in reality it is taxing and tedious due to all of the small grooves that are not equip to be cleaned with a cloth.

They'd sigh in defeat, before perking up at the sign of a customer. Kysaly would straighten their apron, making sure to try to look as professional as possible for their new guest. Clearing their throat, Kysaly heard and answered his question. "I got the drink down..." Purple eyes would slide down over to the glass display that held the sweet treats. "I have a shortbread cookie and a ginger snap cookie that I think would pair nicely together. Since I'm still getting the recipe down... I'll do a 2 for 1 deal if you'd like." Their eyes would try to meet that of their customer, trying to gauge if the offer was something they'd want. A small smile, with one of their hands gripping onto a pen in anticipation to write down the rest of the order.

Notes

ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu

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[Nobu]

Nobu did not expect to see someone so elegant for a coffee shop clerk. He was ignorant to the fact that they owned the place, but he couldn't help but marvel at the gradient of dark and light purples in their hair. A palette that likely took care and consideration. As someone who appreciated fashion, he felt envious of whoever did their color. In the world of quirks, it was possible that it was natural. Pulling down his sunglasses and meeting their eyes, he smirked.

"Ah, hell, it's my cheat day. Sure, I'll try it." Nodding, he would slide out his mechanical wallet and hit a lever, his card sliding out. When prompted, he would use it to finalize the transaction. "I must ask, is your hair natural or do you have it professionally done?" Leaning back and rolling his shoulders along with the motion, he would brush his hair back with his hand.

"The recipe? Oh, are you the owner or just in charge of the baking?" While Nobu normally abhorred small talk, there was something that drew him in to ask out of genuine curiosity. If this was the owner and he liked the coffee at least, he would surely be back. Good coffee was always a reason to revisit a cafe, baked goods he could take or leave.

Kysaly

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As Kysaly finally looked up at their patron, they were able to notice how good looking they were. Now, they weren't one to make a big fuss out of looks or how people acted, but the way that the gentleman looked did make Kysaly smile a bit. It's nice when people take care of themselves and want to look good. The thought brushed their mind, before Kysaly absent-mindedly grabbed a strand of their own, purple hair. "This? It's natural, I'm really not sure why. It has nothing to do with my quirk, but maybe it was a gene that my parents had." It made sense somehow, though Kysaly never really did think about it too much; when your classmates were dolphins or at rockets for hands, purple hair wasn't all that special. "And yours, dyed or natural? Being a natural blonde would probably be as rare as purple hair here in Japan." It wasn't at all, but if this man was Japanese, it would be an odd sight.

"I'm both, I do everything here- a one person show, really." Though Kysaly had tried to have some part-timers, most of them had moved away after graduating from UAU or just wanted something a bit more glamorous. There wasn't much that was special about sitting and making coffees and sweets all that, but it was a type of laid-back that Kysaly enjoyed. "You'll have to tell me if I should revoke my baker card though, if they're bad." They'd give another smile, this time a bit more toothy. "It'll be 500 yen for the coffee and cookies, sir." Kysaly would take that time to double check that there were the correct cookies in the display case. "I can bring both to you once you find a spot to sit." If he turned around and looked, there was a small table seating area behind him, with a small cushioned seating space to his left and window seating to his right.

Notes

ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu,

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[Nobu]

Studying their expression, Nobu wanted to know anybody he came across. There were certain things he gauged, certain mannerisms he looked for. It was for simple reasons, like if this would be a place worthy of continue patronage. Other reasons that were a result of his profession had made him wonder if everyone had something more going on. Everyone had their secrets, but what made him want to uncover them?

Seeing Kysaly smile and play with their hair, he knew that there was a sort of in with talking. Removing his glasses and casually folding them before sliding one arm into the pocket of his shirt, he smiled back. "Good genes. It's hard to replicate, surprised you don't work in fashion." Taking the coffee and taking a moment to appreciate its aroma before sipping it, he lifted and sent a cheers towards Kysaly's way.

"Ah, that's why. Now that's a lovely cup." Watching them retrieve their goods and ask about his own, he sighed at the thought of being accused of dying his hair more times than one could imagine. "Well, it's a natural phenomena. Like lightning bleaching flowers, my genes gave me blonde hair." A casual, dry 'ha' followed as he would finish paying for the goods. "I'll be an honest critic, that's a Nobu guarantee."

Casually introducing himself, he decided to be even bolder. The cute coffee shop owner had an energy that was drawing Nobu in. Who knew? Maybe this would create proper patronage between the two. Taking a seat, he would give a verbal approval and waited for the baked goods. Looking out of the window, he saw all the passing people as he sipped his coffee. When Kysaly would eventually bring his cookies, he would look up and make confident eye contact while sipping his coffee.

"So, may I ask the owner's name? I need to know who to compliment and leave a review for." Taking the cookies politely and dipping the shortbread first, he made a happy face and covered his mouth. "That is delicious!" He would take his time enjoying it without rushing to the next to really appreciate its flavor. The talkative forwardness of his was in hopes of digging deeper into this purple-haired anomaly. Why did they only run a coffee shop?

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"Fashion? hm, I think it's something I have a passion for, but I have this to run, now don't I? You don't see many café fashion models." It was definitely something that Kysaly had considered, but to them having three jobs would be even more than they could handle. Kysaly smiled at the comment about his hair, giving a nice impressed nod to the note that they both had natural hair. "I guess we are just cool like that." God, was Kysaly 18? That sounded so lame. They internally cringed a bit at the words.

"Oh, the cup? They're handmade from a friend of mine, each one unique." They beamed a proud smile, followed up by another, perhaps awkward giggle. "I see, well it's good that this 'Nobu' is honest, yes?" Nobu seemed like a name that fit him, whether it was his actual name or an alias. "I promise I won't be too upset if they're bad."

With a thumbs up that the coffee was at least good, they breathed a noticeable sigh of relief. It hadn't been too long since Kysaly had switched over to a house blend for the coffee that was served, so there was always some speculation on their part if that choice would be met with good reviews. Even if Nobu was the only one that liked it, it gave Kysaly hope that they could improve their craft to the needs and tastes of their patrons.

Kysaly would place the cookies on a mismatched looking plate; it was littered with colorful dots and what seemed like a lop-sided heart in the middle. "Another original. My attempt at painting didn't go as well." They'd place it confidently on his table nonetheless, spinning the plate so that the heart was facing towards him. With Nobu's comment, Kysaly blinked a bit in disbelief. Right, their name, that was normal information... So why did it feel so strange to give out. "It's Kysaly. Kysaly Sato." They'd place their hands in front of them, waiting patiently like some maid awaiting orders to leave. At Nobu's reaction to the cookies, they had to stop themselves from grinning ear to ear! Oh shit, he actually liked it? But... The ends were a bit burnt and they were sure that it was far too sweet... They were things that needed to be perfected of course, but it seemed that they were on the right track for greatness. "Thank you for saying that, it's still getting perfected, but your compliments give me hope in perfecting it." In real Japanese mannerism, they'd bow curtly. "Is there anything else I can get you, Nobu?"

Notes

ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu

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[Nobu]

Kysaly was asking for Nobu's cheek at this point. Pressing his tongue against it, he swished his coffee and gestured with it smoothly as part of his speech. "Well, it is Japan. There are maid cafes, but those aren't exemplary to the fashion business." Chuckling a bit, he realized that he might come off as a sleazy person if he didn't quickly tell Kysaly it wasn't a move like shady businessman have tried on people so many times before.

"Don't worry, I love attending fashion shows so I mean it." As Kysaly asked if Nobu's honesty was a good thing, he nodded. If there was anything he could promise people, it was being upfront about how he felt about something or someone. For better or worse, this was true. If someone annoyed him, he wouldn't play around and suffer longer than he had to. That was equally true if he felt someone was attractive, like Kysaly.

As the shop owner would freeze up on introductions, Nobu felt like he had the momentum with the conversation. "Nice to make your acquaintance, Kysaly Sato. I'm Nobu Igarashi." He wouldn't dare try to overstep by pressuring them to shake his hand, but he would look at the empty cafe and gestured towards the seat opposite of him. "Your décor has a nice touch. The cookies might be burnt, but they're homemade. The sweetness is balanced with the coffee, which is what shortbread's for in my opinion."

He hadn't even asked Kysaly to sit down immediately, just gave his honest review of the cookie as he licked the remains from his teeth and gums. "Please, sit with me. I'd love some conversation before I get back to work." He would try the ginger snap cookie next, a bit less impressed than the shortbread. It was pleasant enough with the coffee, but too strong on ginger. "This one has too much of its namesake, I'd be careful. I'm sure not every batch is like this, so I imagine you just need to make it more often."

Trying to captivate with his hazel eyes, vibrant and varied in their color, he would set his coffee down and lean against his hand and look at Kysaly if they joined him. "I have all the time in the world, but I promise not to take much of yours."

Kysaly

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It was awkward to have a single patron in their store. All of their attention was on Nobu, which could make it seem like Kysaly was giving him special treatment. In reality, it wasn't that way at all, or at least they didn't want it to be. At the same time, it was hard not to. Nobu was charismatic in a way that was intoxicating, even if Kysaly wasn't trying to get too comfortable.

When the seat was offered, they'd look around for a moment before sitting down with a good posture. "Nobu Igarashi is a really nice name." It suited him, whatever that meant. "I'm glad that you like it here, it's still a bit of a work in progress here. I don't have a background in baking or making coffee." They'd tuck some of their hair behind their ear, trying to think of what types of conversations would come up between them.

"Oh, too much ginger? Yeah, I think it clumped a bit before I noticed when I put it in. Maybe that made a big difference." They'd place their hands on the table in front of them, trying to match the energy and attentiveness of Nobu. "You can take as much time as you'd like- of course, until I get someone else in here." With a coy smile, Kysaly would lean in a bit. "What do you do for work, if I can ask? If not, then feel free to let me be the interviewee, I'm an open book."

Notes

ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu

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[Nobu]

The best part of being someone who really paid attention to what the city had to offer had to be moments like the one between Kysaly and Nobu. It tickled a part of Nobu's brain that made it worth the time spent and the coffee and cookies purchased. As Kysaly sat across from him, he noticed the split color of their eyes. Purple and Magenta, like two different shades of amethysts nestled together.

"I must say, your eyes are very striking and beautiful." It was almost blurted out, but he didn't show any sign of regret or backing down. He listened to what Kysaly had to say and ask before doing so, taking another sip of his coffee and savoring its bitterness. "Well, I work for myself. A freelancer of sorts, I do a variety of jobs for people. It has the great benefit of really seeing the sights of Japan at times and I do it while taking care of other's needs."

The vagueness of his supposed career could be interpreted in many ways, maybe even one particular way considering his boldness. He wouldn't offer anymore insight into what he does, but would flip it onto Kysaly. Hands in his lap, he would lean back in his chair and roll his shoulders, showing his strong frame. Tilting his head, the light would hit his chin and accent its sharpness, even glistening along his pink-tone lips.

"What kind of person runs Kyss Cafe, Kysaly?" Leaning forward and resting his jaw into his hand, Nobu swished his coffee inside of his cup and admired the craft.

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Oh god, what was happening. Kysaly would clear their throat a bit, looking away in embarrassment. "T-Thank you." Kysaly wished that their hair was long enough to fully hide their eyes, but they had to be professional. Looking back to Nobu, they would make sure to keep eye contact with him. "All natural, of course." Their grip on their own hands would tighten, as if trying to distribute the nervousness to their hands instead of their shoulders.

"A freelancer? That's nice. It's good to see someone working for themselves- I of course like that in a person." It was nice to make your own rules and hours, to make your own life like Kysaly was. "I hope it's going well for you then, I know it can be difficult."

"Me as a person? Well, I suppose someone that wanted a fresh start, another chance, maybe." They'd bite on their lip, as if wanting to keep their answer a bit more vague for the time being. "I had to leave where I was and this was something I'd always wanted to do, so I thought- why not do it in Japan?" With a little more leaning in, they adjusted in their seat to make sure that their apron was flat. "People say that I'm kind, brave, or both. It takes a special person to want to run something like this on their own, with not a lot of experience." Giving Nobu a quick up and down, they'd gently tilt their head to the side. "But if I get reviews like the ones you did for me, it's worth it."

Notes

ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu

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[Nobu]

Like electricity running through a circuit, Nobu watched Kysaly's hands tighten and channel the nerves as far away from their frame as they possibly could. It made him a bit smug, but he was careful not to show it openly. It was clear that compliments made them tremble, but it was unclear if it was in a good or bad way. Based on the fact that the conversation seemed to flow well enough, he could only assume it was a good tremble.

They liked when a person worked for themselves? The way the cafe owner said it seemed like that's what they look for in someone. "Mmm...and I like when someone likes taking matters into their own hands. A true self-starter, not the corporate jargon kind." Nobu really thought he was provocative at times, but not in the way that one thinks when their ego is larger. His pessimism has encourage a provocative way of communication, sometimes that worked in his favor for the sake of charisma.

For the sake of watching Kysaly squirm. They seemed to reel themselves in and even struck at Nobu's nerve by their comment on his honest review. "We don't actually become good at what we do until we do it for long. Sometimes you can't work for someone at the same time that you're new at it, that's where you make your own path, Kysaly." Gesturing around the room, it lead to a grand proclamation of the person's success.

"Kyss Cafe stands for a reason. That takes courage for it to exist in the first place." Drinking the rest of his coffee, he wouldn't say anything about it as he'd rather spend time with Kysaly than leave out of the obligations of a capitalist courtesy. "How do you feel about Japan's heroes?" It was a bold question because of the loyalty that the average populace had shown heroes, but there's been an equal layer of critique.

The world was a melting pot of morals. Where did Kysaly stand?

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"Yeah, I suppose so." Nobu didn't know about Kysaly's other job, but the sentiment still felt good no matter what job he was replying about. "I wanted to make sure that I learn in a way that allows me to do what I need to, without so much worry about being bad or getting fired." There was always a worry, or maybe even a fear, that Kysaly would mess up again. They'd fidget with their hands, feeling a bit naked without their regular gloves on.

"I hope so, I'm sure that it will continue to, I'm pretty determined." They weren't the type to give up unless they actually had to for other reasons. With the question that they were asked, they hesitated with their movements and reaction. After a few seconds, the tension in their hands would release and they'd refocus their energy onto an answer. "I think that they are people, like you and me, and don't need to be glorified. I'm not one for really liking putting people on a higher position. I am all for congratulating and praising them, but I do not like when egos get too inflated, or that their position in society gets glorified. I'm happy for what they do, and will for sure offer them a free drink or something, but I won't make them out to be a god or something more than mortal, no matter their quirk." It was a pretty heavy explanation, but Kysaly thought it was better to make it or break it with someone that they could see themselves liking it. "Sorry, it's just... I guess hard." Since they were a doctor, they found that a lot of the time people congratulated heroes more than them... Perhaps it was a bit of jealousy.

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ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu

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[Nobu]

In Nobu's experience as someone who trained to be a hero at one point and worked in the corporate world, there was a lot to dislike about the hierarchy of society. Heroes were glorified and worshipped at times, taking light off of the transgressions that occur in the day-to-day. The more light there is on hero work, the more a show is cast around it. The perception of the people becomes mainly about hero versus villain like they're events to spectate.

Nobu liked Kysaly's realism, which was enough to earn his continued patronage. They were definitely more of a positive thinker than he was, but maybe that was embellished for the sake of telling it to a stranger. Still, to do so was bold when speaking to a native that could just as well be one of those worshippers. "I commend you on your honesty. You aren't bad, that is the real sign of goodness and kindness. You show respect because you feel it's right, but you have boundaries."

Feeling the electricity in his body that was ready to roar and thunder at any given moment, Nobu knew that Kysaly might not approve of 'Raiden'. A vicious, vengeful vigilante who didn't mind doing bad things to bad people. A brutal combatant who channeled the trauma of his greatest betrayal into his vigilantism. It was like watching an angel fall, if put into the view of anybody who admired the rising fame he had over a decade ago.

"I don't like the culture, personally. Bold of you to admit it first, but I can't trust what's real and what's not when it comes to heroes." Lifting up the cup, he would admire it in the light before spinning it on the tip of his finger before promptly dropping and catching it in a swift motion. "I should know, I tried to become one. But I'm not now, not my business anymore."

Something struck him as odd...Kysaly was an outsider who found a way to open a cafe in Tokyo of all cities. It took either seriously good connections, a long-standing set of relationships or money. "So, am I to understand that you're not from here? Where are you from Kys?" Moving past his comment of attempting to become a hero, he wondered what kind of reaction it would garner.

Kysaly's reactions were entertaining.

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[Kysaly]

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"I think there is nothing but to be honest in a situation like this." What was this situation? Even Kysaly didn't know. They liked Nobu, but that like could easily be the hospitality talking and nothing more. "People have very bold opinions and I think from that it makes it easier to figure out that you're not on either extreme." Kysaly didn't need to be a somebody to be important.

After hearing his side of things, Kysaly just nodded along, feeling that at the very least, they'd like to see Nobu again. "And you as well, thanks for telling me. It's not easy to be honest with someone like that." With a bit of hesitation, they continued. "I really wasn't expecting you to ask something like that- are you trying to court me?" Asking their views of heroes wasn't something that usually started a conversation.


"My mother is from Japan, and I came here a few times when I was younger, but it isn't my home. I grew up in Canada, which is where my father is from. Yourself?" If he wants to ask personal questions like this, then they were more than willing.

Notes

ᓬ Pink apron, gray long-sleeve knit shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes.

Kysaly Nobu,

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[Nobu]

Kysaly had humored Nobu well enough to have their hospitality held in high regard. Most of the time, a customer wouldn't dare absorb the time of a business owner who surely had other responsibilities. It was commendable that he was humored for this long, even agreeing with each other on not being blind hero-worshippers. The extent of their agreement mostly ended there, but it left plenty of surprises for the future.

"It's true, but I can't help but appreciate the people who don't lie through their teeth. I had enough of that life." As Kysaly showed him honesty, he would show the same to them. He was honest about the cookies, the coffee, their looks and his beliefs in heroes. Even a brief glimpse into his history, which didn't really raise questions related to that. There was just respect, plain and simple.

"Well, Kys, if you don't mind that nickname by the way, I do want to court you." Leaning forward and crossing his arms, he would let his natural lurch bring his face across the table without forcing its reach. "I do need a place I can get a nice, hot cup of coffee on the regular." He knew what he was doing, but this time he was lying by omitting the fact that usually he explored around a bit.

Kysaly had their own charm about them, however, as it kept Nobu here for this long. Normally he would lose interest and move on about his day. There was still more to learn about the cafe owner. "Jokes aside, I usually quietly try places. You're attractive with a sweetness that's understated but appreciated. Really opened me up with that customer service cocktail." Winking at Kysaly, he would begin to rise from his seat.

Standing over Kysaly unintentionally, adjusting his tie and replacing his dark-shaded glasses onto his face, he might've appeared very imposing. "I hope you didn't mind the company, Kys."

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