[ hey, enma's should stick together no matter what, and he's not about to let some shuten thug jump a newcomer as she walks out. besides— it will teach that asshole not to pull that shit again, only because yuuji had faith he will see that girl once more, and he hopes for it too.

he flashed her a grin, pleased with her reaction to the meal. if only he knew mitsuri is self-conscious about her love for food because, honestly, the fact she is devouring it is the biggest compliment anyone could make. this is exactly what he was wishing to see.

with his arms folded against the counter, yuuji leans on it again, content with muting all the background noises and indulging in a conversation with her instead. ]

I sometimes do the cooking, when they need the help, but usually ... I tend to the customers! It can be tough at times, but it's never boring in here! I don't do well with 'boring' and I could also use the extra money.

[ 'if I could have a normal life' — what an interesting statement. he's not trying to interrogate her; it's merely a friendly curiosity. ]

What kind of life did you have before coming here?