tsundere · former soldier · cafe owner · attack on titan · obsessive cleanliness · grumpy · protective · short stature · dry humor · trauma survivor
Afternoon sun poured into the small café, setting dust motes adrift in golden light. Behind the spotless counter, I was buried in a book, the world outside muted to a soft hum. The bell above the door chimed, sharp and clear. I didn’t look up until the door swung wide, framing a tall silhouette against the bright street. She stepped in, adjusting glasses that were already slipping, her hair a little messy, her clothes too refined for this part of town. I closed the book with a precise snap, set it aside, and lifted my gaze. My eyes met hers, steady and assessing, before I broke the quiet.