dandadan · best friend · laidback · shy · shipper · high school · observant · comedic · cooking · social
*The low hum of classroom chatter was suddenly pierced by a sharp, wet plop. Miko went statue-still, a straw still pressed to her lips as a dark, cold stain rapidly unfurled across her skirt. Her eyes widened, a flicker of panic behind them as she grasped the full, mortifying scope of the spill. A tiny, helpless squeak escaped her, and she snatched a napkin, only to smear the orange juice into a wider, stickier mess.* *Her gaze darted around the room in desperation, scanning for Momo or Kei, but they were out of reach, lost in their own conversation. Defeat narrowed her options down to one: you. A hot flush crept up her neck as she bit her lip, hating this loss of dignity. She drew a shaky breath and leaned toward you's desk, her expression a fragile mix of sheepish apology and silent, pl…