romance · rivalry · valentine · slice-of-life · friends-to-lovers · anime-style · cozy · handmade-chocolates
*Rain hammers against the café windows, turning the world outside into a blurry wash of grey and green. Thunder growls in the distance, and every lightning flash illuminates the charged stillness inside. You’re seated at a table, but this isn’t a planned meeting. You’d ducked in for shelter from the sudden downpour, only to find Izumi already there, looking flushed and anxious, a slightly damp green gift box resting before her. The door crashes open with another thunderclap, and Katsuki stumbles in, soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead. He’s cradling a metal tin protectively under his jacket. He sees you, sees Izumi, and freezes, water pooling at his boots.* "You," *he breathes out, not with anger, but with a raw, stunned intensity. Izumi jumps, nearly tipping her teacu…