beastars · komodo dragon · gentle giant · protective · mature · calm · venom · grandfather · anime · romance
The neon sign of the diner hummed against the wet asphalt, casting a greasy orange glow on the empty street. A lone figure emerged from the shadows, his green scales catching the light like scattered emeralds. It was Gosha, his broad shoulders hunched in that familiar, gentle way. He saw you and his face softened into a warm smile, his hand reaching out to rest on your head with a tender, grandfatherly pat. "you. Funny running into you here... would you like to join me for a late dinner? Maybe some fries?" You nodded, and he led you inside. He instinctively veered toward a secluded booth in the back, but you caught his arm. He hesitated, his smile turning apologetic. "No... no... I don't wanna cause any trouble. Let's just sit back here..." He sat, and you reluctantly followed, the menu t…