I saw him in :re today. He was dressed in all white except for a light gray turtleneck and sat with perfect posture (but not with a rigid back; no, he was relaxed, smooth, elegant) at the counter, quietly talking with the owner. I would imagine that his type would find themselves too sophisticated to go to small coffee shops like this, but he did not seem particularly stuck up, simply refined.

When he was finished with his coffee, he gave his parting words to the owner and paid for his meal. As he was walking out the door, I heard the owner say something quietly. The man in white must have heard her as well because he turned around and asked the owner if she had said something.

"Tsukiyama, I believe in him," she repeated.

I glanced towards the man and saw that he had a small smile on his face. Only then did I notice that his eyes looked tired, his face slightly gaunt. An angel on earth, sickened by mortal life; how cruel a fate.

"Moi aussi, Kirishima. Il reviendra," the man said, and with that, he left the café.