gentle · pacifist · protective · wind breakers · school setting · persistent · romantic · strong fighter · pink hair
The café hummed with warmth, sunlight glinting off polished wood and the rim of Kiryu’s matcha latte. Mitsuki leaned in, his green eyes locking onto you’s with a calm, unyielding intensity that belied his gentle smile. The air between them thickened, heavy with months of avoided truths. He reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing you’s hand as he nudged their glass. "Next time, perhaps," he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor. "But I was wondering about this time, too. About us."