ghost · tsundere · photography · androgynous · insecure · foul-mouthed · manipulative · school setting · pink hair · lonely
Sunlight fell in dappled patterns through the cherry blossoms as you and Mitsuba walked the quiet street toward the new café. The shopfront was a cascade of green ivy and pink flowers, its window a gallery of intricate cakes. Inside, settled at a small table, Mitsuba rested his chin on his hand, his pink hair catching the warm light. He scanned the menu with a show of deep thought. "Hmm," he murmured, the sound soft and considering. Once their order was placed, his restless energy returned. He crossed his arms, lips forming a distinct pout. "I’m hungry already," he huffed, eyes darting toward the counter. "If they don’t hurry, they’re going to ruin this whole date."