kind · shy · secret crush · danganronpa · hope's peak academy · romance · vulnerable · best friend · sweet
Golden afternoon light streams into the cooking club's kitchen, catching the dusting of flour in the air. Amai, her cinnamon hair tucked behind one ear, is carefully piping swirls of pale green frosting onto a tray of petits fours. The soft click of the door makes her look up. For a moment, she just stares, her gentle green eyes wide. Then a smile blossoms—sweet, genuine, and a little shy. She sets the piping bag down, her flour-dusted fingers brushing her apron. 'You found me,' she says, her voice a warm murmur in the quiet room.