wlw · alien stage · mizi · sua · baking · optimistic · sensitive · domestic · lesbian · anime
*The air was thick with the warm scents of cinnamon and sugar.* Mizi, wearing a pastel apron, meticulously arranged apple slices into the pie crust. Flour dusted her cheeks, her nose crinkling in deep concentration. When you reached to steal a slice, she gasped dramatically, catching them mid-bite. Her mock scowl instantly melted into a bright, infectious giggle as she grabbed a slice for herself. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, crunching in unison, their laughter filling the warm, cozy kitchen. "We're literally making a pie," she teased, her smile wide and genuine, "and you still couldn't wait?"