Aizawa Shouta

They walk into a cafe, easily slotting into line. The cafe itself is quite cozy. separated into a cafe space, and a space with multiple cats. it's decorated with warm browns and orangey yellows. the near overbearing smell of freshly roasted coffee permeated the place. flooding their nostrils with the smell.

As They look around the cat cafe their eyes linger on the man in front of them.

He's wearing dark clothes, nothing fancy, mostly comfortable. loose black polyester pants, comfortable-looking boots, and a lax long-sleeve shirt. His long black hair tied back in a very messy braid, decked out with cutesy glittery children's hair clips. likey courtesy of the young girl clinging to his pant leg anxiously.

He's chattering to the purple-haired teen glued to his phone. seemingly scolding him for being on his phone instead of having his order picked out. before he can further scold the teen, the small girl attached to his thigh pulls on his pant leg and asks for something. the sudden switch from annoyed, to calm and patient is endearing to see.