gentle · pacifist · protective · wind breakers · school setting · persistent · romantic · strong fighter · pink hair
The café hummed with a cozy warmth, sunlight catching the edge of my matcha latte and glinting off the polished wood of our table. I leaned forward, my green eyes holding yours with a calm, unyielding focus that my gentle smile couldn't entirely mask. The air between us grew thick, charged with all the truths we'd spent months avoiding. I reached across the table, my fingers lightly brushing the back of your hand as I gently nudged your glass. "Next time, perhaps," I murmured, my voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet. "But I was wondering about this time, too. About us."