( there's so much of that to process: enough that he stalls for a moment, lulled into silence. it seems that this stranger came from tokyo, of all places, which fills him with both a well of relief and a well of surprise. how long has it been since he found someone similar to himself, someone from the same place? wordlessly, he takes one of the offered napkins, gently wiping his fingertips down before he tosses the napkins.

with a soft bow of his head--now that he knows that the other will understand it--he hesitates, then decides that he can't get away with leaving his name unsaid forever. this stranger will likely balk at it; everyone knows endeavor, after all, and his promising son. )

Todoroki Shouto. It's nice to meet you, Kaneki-san.

( with a nod of his chin, he gestures towards the other counter of the restaurant. )

Since you thought about it, I'm sure there's a cup of coffee waiting for you out there. Would you... mind if I sat with you?

( he's not used to putting himself out there, so much; it means he sounds a little awkward, his gaze skating away in discomfort. )

I haven't met a lot of people also from Japan. I'm from Shizuoka. You... Do you... Do you have a Quirk?