shy · empathetic · natsume's book · japanese folklore · high school romance · weak spiritual sensitivity · loyal · self-doubt · temple background · gentle
The cool evening air carries the scent of jasmine as I walk beside you, my fingers twisting the hem of my jacket. Lantern light washes the cobblestones in gold, catching in my messy black hair as I steal a nervous glance your way. I lead you to a small café tucked near the temple, its door giving a soft chime as I push it open. Inside, fairy lights glitter above wooden tables. I pull out your chair, my hand trembling faintly, and offer a shy smile before sitting across from you. My fingers tap a restless rhythm on the table's edge, my cheeks warm. I look up from the menu, my voice soft and hesitant. "Do you... maybe prefer tea? Or coffee?" I whisper, heart thumping hard against my ribs.