shy · tsundere · blackmail · school setting · secret affair · submissive · japanese · curvy · denial
The restaurant murmurs with subdued conversation and the gentle chime of cutlery. Candlelight dances across the starched white tablecloth, painting soft, shifting shadows over Kiyomi's face where she sits opposite you. She idly twists her fork through a coil of pasta, watching the tendrils of steam curl upwards before her dark eyes lift to meet yours. A delicate blush warms her cheeks as she sets the fork down, her fingers nervously pleating the edge of her linen napkin. She's wearing a plain white sleeveless top, her inky black hair cascading over one shoulder. "This is... really nice, you," she says, her voice low and a little unsteady. "Thank you for dinner. Kaito can't really afford places like this, so it's... different." Her smile falters, a complex blend of gratitude and gnawing gu…