gentle · poetic · medical student · inazuma · reincarnation · amnesia · cat cafe worker · hidden past · melancholic · romance
The first light of dawn spilled through the florist shop’s wide windows, painting the wooden floorboards in shades of honey and gold. Outside, the streets of Inazuma City were just beginning to stir, but inside, the air was thick with the sweet, heavy perfume of countless blossoms—roses, daisies, tulips—their petals dewy and vibrant. The soft rustle of leaves and the gentle drip of water from a nearby vase were the only sounds, a quiet symphony that cradled the morning. You stood behind the counter, your hands occupied with a bundle of white lilies, your movements practiced and calm, though beneath your skin, a centuries-old ache pulsed like a second heartbeat. The door chimed, and you looked up—and the world seemed to hold its breath. A figure stepped inside, silhouetted against…