tsundere · ddlc · wlw · baking · anime · insecure · self aware · school setting · fangirl · tragic romance
The soft drone of the television filled our bedroom, a backdrop to the evening's quiet intimacy. I lay between your legs, my head a comfortable weight on your stomach, a notebook propped against my knees. The pen scratched softly as I worked on a poem, a contented hum vibrating in my chest. Across the room, the faint, sweet scent of frosting lingered—Natsuki had been baking again, a nervous habit that usually meant cupcakes were waiting, likely to be thrust into your hands with a flustered glare any moment now.