Kysaly tried not the think too deeply about the people that entered their store. They had people of all walks of life that came in just for a quirk drink or snack. Kysaly wasn't going to discriminate or make it known that they cater to a certain side of the law. If they kept it civil, anyone could enjoy this space and perhaps even get to know someone they wouldn't know otherwise. Here, no matter your standing in society, you could have a breather and enjoy yourself.

The same went for their newest patron. Kysaly would look him up and down, and then give him a warm smile. "Good day to you as well." Kysaly did not think that his voice sounded bad, but it was for sure the voice of someone that had been through a lot and had worked hard at whatever they did. His outfit was a bit flashy, so Kysaly assumed that they were perhaps a hero. "Of course. You can either order here, or I can give you a menu at your table." Since they asked for a table though, Kysaly would move out of the work area and move close to a nice moon shaped table to the right of the café. Passing them a menu, they would smile to him once more. "Please let me know if you have any questions. Our special for today is an Americano with a buttered scone and strawberry Danish for 300 yen."

ᓬ Brown slacks, dark green blouse.

"I'm sure it is, I mean look at you." Out of all the people that Kysaly knew, Nobu would be the one that would dazzle them so much. The way that they walked, talked and carried themselves was something out of a romance movie. He was the price charming that wasn't supposed to exist, at least for Kysaly. The kiss sent shivers down their spine, engulfing their thoughts with only him.

With their reciprocated hand hold, Kysaly's heart felt calmer. It wasn't just all for show, but because they wanted to be there with them. This date was mutual and it showed in the way that they looked at each other and the way they held one another. Even if it was just by their hands now, Kysaly would thumb at the back of Nobu's hand, drawing small circles in his firm skin.

Seeing the sights, it felt so magical. Kysaly for sure had been to festivals before, but they were so much more dull alone. It didn't feel like there was a purpose in going when the only company you had was your own thoughts. It made them sad. Now however, the warmth of Nobu's hand was enough to brighten the space around them. "Yes but, it wasn't like this, it wasn't warm." The words carried a saddened weight to them, something perhaps that Kysaly wasn't fully ready to share.

Instead, they would focus on trying to fight back. Seeing the takoyaki in Nobu's hand, they would lean over, sticking their tongue out slightly to test to see if it was still too hot. After confirming, they'd envelop their lips around it, before pulling it off the stick. With a satisfied smile, they would lick their lips of the slightly sweet sauce that was paired with it. "Hm, it's so fresh, I wonder if they caught it recently." They'd cover their face with their other hand as they finished chewing, before motioning for Nobu to try one.

ᓬ black yukata

Kyss Café was a small little place to come for drinks and homemade sweet and savory snacks. Though it hadn't been open for too long, it was a quaint little area for anyone to come into. Gentle instrumental music played in the background, with the small of cinnamon and vanilla subtly coating the air. It was cozy, though not very busy at all. The thing about this place is that it was tucked away at the end of a busy street, which meant that a lot of people wouldn't go the extra few steps to find out about it.

Of course, that was on purpose. When there wasn't a need for a café, Kysaly used the rest of the building as a makeshift clinic, taking up the lower level of the location as their private clinic. It had to be subtle and forgettable for those reasons, as if to not get people snooping around too much.

Kysaly would be behind the counter, which was cream colored, fixing themselves a London fog. Not that it was particularly cold out, but it felt like the type of day that needed a warm drink to keep you going. Behind them was an antique looking blackboard sign with cursive decorating it. A fake flower border was around it, with star string lights making it sparkle to a certain degree. To the left of them, there would be a display case with sweets and savory pastries.

ᓬ Brown slacks, dark green blouse.

The words that Nobu said were like warm daggers to the heart. They felt nice and relieved the pain that they felt, but they still hurt. It was so good to feel wanted, but at the same time it felt that it could so easily be taken away from them. They'd never truly wanted to be beside someone, so the thought of doing just that with Nobu shook them to the core. It was easier to run away and not accept those feelings, Kysaly even considered it, but they were not a child that needed to be afraid; if they got burned, they would just move on and learn from it.

That didn't feel like that was going to happen this time though. With every word and touch that Nobu gave him, they felt themselves sinking further into his grasp and into his words. It was soft and it felt like home. They were special. They were worth being good to. They were worth being safe for. It was things that they had never heard before, and for some reason it felt so odd.

As they touched, Kysaly felt his emotions. Being able to feel someone's love for you was a scary thing. The way that his heart was racing, the heat in his body, the rising of his blood... It was all there, and it was all for them. They'd stay like that for a few moments, soaking up the bits that they felt they could handle in those moments. As the comments got a bit more suggestive, they'd audibly gasp at the idea. Their mind had been filled with such lovey-dovey thoughts, that they almost completely forgot about some of the aspects that they hadn't been able to touch on. With a bright blush, they would nod. "I-I feel it."

Getting up as they did, they tried to calm their emotions. Closing the door behind them, Kysaly would take a few moments and sink down to the ground. It was so much and also not enough at the same time. Even for someone like them that felt like they understood how the world worked, they felt oblivious to the advances of Nobu. They stayed there for at least a minute or two, letting silent tears go down their face with a mixture of fear and excitement on their face. Once they felt calm enough, they would look around for something to give Nobu. There had never been another final gift- they'd just needed an excuse to get out of the room and calm down.

After searching for a little bit, they felt that they had the right gift. It was something that they were keeping for a special occasion, but it really wasn't Kysaly's style. Going back into the room, they would present Nobu a medium sized box. "Um... I hope that it works for you." Inside the box was a simple scarf, adorned with hints of silver, brown and blue. If Nobu didn't ask, he'd never realize that this wasn't bought specifically for him. "I-it's just not my style, but it's yours I hope. Wear it to keep you safe." It was a cheesy sounding line, but it felt right for the moment.

Moving closer, Kysaly would idly start to clean up around him, trying not to react too much to any emotions he shared about the scarf so that they didn't start crying again. With quick movements, they would move the table away and look down to Nobu with a smile. "Do you want to wear it now before you go?" The words sounded forced, and Kysaly's nails were visibly digging into the skin of their hands to stop themselves from crying.

ᓬ Brown turtleneck, black slacks.

Kysaly would blush at the mention of their quirk being beautiful. In their eyes, it wasn't something that was beautiful at all, but rather a curse. Being able to feel nothing but then feel everything was a sensation that was overwhelming and highly addictive. With a nod though, they would nuzzle into the thought that someone thought it was okay.

"Please do come back." They'd squeeze his hand back, feeling how serious he truly was about the things that he said. It was a welcome feeling and one that Kysaly hadn't felt in a long time. The idea of it being difficult for them would hopefully linger around, but it was best that he healed up as soon as possible.

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With that in mind, Kysaly took good care of him. When they weren't tending to the café (which had gotten reduced hours to take care of him), Kysaly was making sure that he was seated well, had something to eat and drink, as well as something to do. Kysaly would offer him books, movies, TV shows and music. Most of all, he was Kysaly's personal taste tester. Whenever they made something, he was the first to try it. Whether it was hot or cold, Kysaly would come over with their lemon patterned apron to offer it to him. Being able to have someone else's viewpoint on something that could be so specific was the type of aid they truly needed.

That wasn't all that they did however. After hours, Kysaly would cook meals for them both, or order in something for them to eat. They would sit in bed (for maximum comfort), and continue on with whatever show they had started together. A few kisses and wandering hands would happen, but in reality they were just happy to have the company of someone else. Having someone to come home to was refreshing, even if it was temporary. Right. Soon, Nobu would be feeling good enough to be on his own again, and their little arrangement would be over. Though they would see each other again, it wouldn't be the same as it was now; they would go back to their regular routines, ones that were not revolving around one another.

Tonight was the final check up for Nobu. After a good night's sleep, Kysaly had informed him that he could be up and on his way, as most of the wounds were healed enough for him to go back to a regular routine. Did Nobu know this yet? No, and it was Kysaly's job to break that news to him. Knocking on their own bedroom's door around 4pm, Kysaly would peek their head in and give a big smile. "Special delivery." They would flash a few boxes of food for the two of them. It wasn't clear what was in them, but there was a lot of it. Pulling a small table to go over the bed closer to Nobu, Kysaly would move over and give him a kiss on the forehead. "I hope your day was good, I'm sorry I didn't visit much." With a shy smile, Kysaly would place the boxes down on the table and then take off their coat. Their ears were red at the tips from being outside, but otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell that they had been outside walking.

Once they took their coat off, Kysaly would stand a bit impatiently beside the bed, looking down to the containers they had brought in. "I hope that it's good." Inside the first three containers would be an array of his favorite take-out spots during their time together and ones he had told them about. It would be their favorite dishes, with any and all side sauces or side dishes that he liked. There would be a few bottled drinks and a few beers in the bag as well, all his favorites. Inside of the last box though, was something truly special. It was a cake, whichever flavor was his favorite, with handmade decorations of the things they had done together. A little TV for their shows, various foods they had eaten, and more. In the middle, read a message "thanks for making these weeks the best" which seemed to be done in a pretty lavender cursive to match their hair.

To break the silence on their end, they would take a breath before speaking. "You're pretty much all better now. I checked you this morning and all the things I was worried about have healed up. Being able to call in my healer friends for sure sped up the process." Having a handy healing phoenix was always a bonus. "So, tonight's the last night you have to stay here. I thought I would try to make it special." Before he could say anything back, Kysaly would rummage and grab some nice chinaware plates, cups, and cutlery for them to dig in with. With pretty napkins on the side, Kysaly would set up the table perfectly and do a small bow. "Please enjoy it."

ᓬ Brown turtleneck, black slacks.

Their words really touched Kysaly to the core. Having someone want the best for you was a beautiful, but rare thing. People were greddy, selfish, and naive. Kysaly had all of those qualities in them as well, but gone were the days of trying to strive for them to make themselves feel better. Kysaly was Kysaly, and the Kysaly of the future would grow to be better because that was what they strived for too. "And I the same for you." They'd kind of said it already, but they wanted to reiterate the importance of mutual respect, care and admiration for the future of themselves with and without each other.

With a small giggle to his comment, Kysaly would lean in a bit. There was hesitation before they moved close enough for another kiss. Their hand remained on his skin, trying to really get to the bottom of the feelings that they had about their situation. With a sad sigh, they would look into Nobu's eyes with hope. "You've been through so much, I'm sorry. I can't promise that this will be perfect, but you can heal what you lost with me in the past. You'll heal, and then be able to be person you were meant to be." It was a thoughtful comment, and one that came from the feeling of regret and dread as they touched his cheek. "It's okay to let yourself live again. You deserve it too." They'd smile, giving a short and sweet kiss first, only leaning in for more if it felt that Nobu wanted the same.

ᓬ Fuzzy PJs.