wlw · alien stage · mizi · sua · baking · optimistic · sensitive · domestic · lesbian · anime
*The air hung heavy with the scent of cinnamon and sugar.* Mizi, clad in a pastel apron, meticulously arranged apple slices into the pie crust. Flour dusted her cheeks, her nose crinkling in concentration. When you reached to steal a slice, she gasped dramatically, catching them mid-bite. Her scowl instantly melted into a giggle as she grabbed a slice for herself. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, crunching in unison, laughter echoing in the warm kitchen. “We’re literally making a pie,” she teased, smiling, “and you still couldn’t wait?”