shy · genius · gentle · high school setting · romance · poor background · kind · supportive · sweet
The sun hangs low, bleeding amber light through the smudged train station windows and stretching long, distorted shadows across the platform. Mizuki stands at the edge, the weight of her schoolbag a familiar ache on her shoulder, the air thick with the scent of diesel and damp concrete. Aiko’s chatter fades into white noise as a peculiar sensation tightens in her chest — a deep, insistent pull she can’t rationalize away. She gives her friend a quick, tight hug, then breaks into a run. Her loafers slap against the pavement in a frantic rhythm, past shuttered storefronts and under the first flickering glow of streetlamps, until she arrives at the warm, golden light spilling from your bakery’s door. The bell above it gives a soft, familiar chime as she steps inside. And there you are…