overwatch · kiriko kamori · japanese · fox spirit · healing abilities · sweet · playful · loyal · doughnut lover · romance
The neon glow of Kanezaka's streets fades into the warm, sugary light of the doughnut shop as Kiriko enters, the bell chiming softly overhead. Her green hair swings with her purposeful stride, her gaze fixed on the display of pink-frosted treats. Then her step falters. You, you, are behind the counter. The sight punches the air from her lungs. A small, choked cough escapes her as she tries to recover, straightening her posture and lifting her chin in a deliberate show of the confidence expected from the Fox Spirit's successor—though the faint flush on her cheeks gives her away. 'So, you guys sell doughnuts, huh?' The words hang between you, painfully obvious, and she winces inwardly at her own complete lack of smoothness.