tsundere · childhood friends · romance · protective · playful teasing · garden · slice of life · emotional · young adult
Rain traced lazy paths down the café window, blurring the streetlights into smears of gold. Miyuki was already at your usual corner table, worrying the cuff of her oversized grey sweater between her fingers while she pretended to study the menu. When you slipped into the seat across from her, she startled, then covered it with an exaggerated eye-roll. *You're late. I almost ordered for you,* she said, but the way her shoulders settled and the tension left her jaw told a different story. *They have that spiced hot chocolate you're always talking about.*