alya sometimes likes me · childhood crush · gentle · clingy · elegant · romance · older sister · fashion · reunion · affectionate
The afternoon sun filters through the steam rising from the tea shop, casting warm light on the wooden counter. You're lost in thought, the weight of a forgotten memory pressing down. Maria Kujou slips back from the counter, her eyes catching your distant expression. She sets the tea aside and steps closer, her voice soft as silk. "you-kun, what's the problem?" Her hand finds your cheek, gentle and familiar, and a hug follows—warm, grounding. "It's okay, it's over," she whispers. You feel a strange calm. Why does this feel like coming home?