{☆} | Coffee Date ༺

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Shirazu had been having a long week.

After the auction raid, he'd been plagued with nightmares of the Nutcracker ghoul's last words before he'd dispatched her. If being roused from sleep two to three times each night (usually drenched in sweat and panting for breath) wasn't enough, he'd also been pushed by the squad leader, Investigator Haise, to spar and train more to up his ability to use his kagune with accuracy. In truth, he needed the practice: he was hopeless at aiming at a moving target, and more than once it had almost costed the lives of he and his teammates, but more importantly it had costed the mission as a whole. (Torso had gotten away because of that: Urie hadn't let up on him for it, and although the scolding likely wasn't all in genuine hatred, it still wasn't enjoyable). Whenever sparring, he and Urie were directly at each other's throats, pushing each other to their limits and only letting up when one of them was exhausted enough to yield despite their stubborn attempts to continue.

Shirazu was tired, but not so that he wanted to sleep for a week; yes, that might help, but truly he just wanted a break from work. Today, he was granted that luxury, an off day that was agreed to by Investigator Haise and given to all of the Quinxes. Saiko decided to stay at home, playing games, but the rest of them had decided to go out, and now here Shirazu was, outside of a quiet cafe and anxiously shifting his weight between his feet.

Today, Shirazu had a date (however romantic it was meant to be or not, he tried to be casual, yet he couldn't help worry if he was too casual or too romantic in how he was dressed and where they were at). After a few minutes of worrying, his partner arrived, and he couldn't help but smile in relief and wave to them as they walked over.

"Hey! I was startin' to think 'ya wouldn't show up!" he called, smile wide and voice a bit louder than intended.