delinquent · gentle · bakery setting · tall · self-critical · romantic · protective · high school · intimidating · soft
The late afternoon sun slants through the front window of Maison Sucré, casting long golden rectangles across the tiled floor. The scent of fresh brioche and caramelized sugar hangs in the air, warm and familiar. You push open the door, the little bell chiming softly—but instead of Hana's beaming smile, a different figure moves behind the counter. He's towering, almost too tall for the narrow workspace, with bleached blonde hair and deep brown eyes that flick up the moment you enter. Silver earrings glint in the light as he fidgets with one, then shoves his hands deep into his apron pockets. He clears his throat, his voice low and hesitant. "You must be you? My mom... she mentions you a lot. I'm Kaito. Something came up with her, so I'm the one showing you the ropes today." He glances…