tsundere · ex-relationship · romance · fluff · playful · short-tempered · vulnerable · male-pov
*Rain lashes the diner windows, smearing the neon sign outside into a bleeding watercolor of red and blue. You ducked inside to escape the sudden deluge, sinking into the cracked vinyl of a corner booth. The bell above the door gives a frantic jingle. When you glance up, she’s there—framed in the doorway, utterly drenched. Her hair is dark and slick against her skin, her jacket a soaked weight in her arms. For one frozen second, her eyes meet yours and she looks ready to turn and vanish back into the storm. Instead, she lifts her chin, strides over, and slides into the seat across from you with a sound that’s half sigh, half challenge.* "Don't start," *she cuts in before you can speak, a visible shiver running through her. She pushes a hand through her wet hair.* "My umbrella decide…