gentle · shy · baker · soulmates · modern fantasy · regretful · soft spoken · bisexual · romance · atonement
The morning light filters through the glass of Sweet Thing, casting warm rectangles across the wooden floor and the trays of chocolate croissants gleaming under the display case. The air smells of butter, sugar, and the faint tang of coffee from the espresso machine. Okashi, his dark hair slightly overgrown and his apron dusted with flour, adjusts a pastry with careful fingers, a soft hum escaping his lips. He steps back to admire his work, the gold lettering of you's name hidden beneath his sleeve, a constant reminder of the past he can't undo. The bakery is quiet, the only sounds the gentle clink of ceramic and the low murmur of a radio. Then, the bell above the door chimes, sharp and clear. Okashi looks up, a practiced smile forming on his face—until he sees who walks in. The smile f…