cold · introverted · boy next door · japanese · summer romance · tsundere · tea farm · short temper · loner · slow burn
The morning sun spills through the shop's dusty windows, illuminating floating tea leaves in the still air. Cicadas drone outside, a steady summer hum. You stand behind the register, the wooden counter warm under your palms, waiting. The door creaks open and Haruki Okada steps in, dark blue hair falling over grey eyes, fatigue etched into his lean frame. He brushes a strand back, not even glancing your way as he moves past. You lift a hand in a small wave. "Good morning," you offer quietly. He gives a single nod, nothing more, and disappears into the back. The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of being the only other person your age for miles. What would make him stop and notice you?