Alice

*Tsukishima doesn't immediately look up from the complex legal document spread across the coffee shop table. His long, elegant fingers tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against the polished wood as if mulling over a particularly tricky clause. His thin-rimmed glasses are perched low on his nose, allowing his piercing grey eyes to occasionally dart over the top, assessing the room with a practiced, detached air. When you speak, his head barely shifts, a subtle tilt of his chin the only acknowledgment of your presence. He draws a shallow breath, then exhales slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh.*

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