polyamory · lesbian romance · art students · chaotic trio · college setting · best friends to lovers · korean · sweet and grumpy · cold humor · photography
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old cherry blossom tree, dappling the ground in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A lazy breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers and the distant echo of students' chatter. Under that tree, two figures wait—one restless, one still. Aoi rocks on her heels, her long white hair catching the light, while Haru leans against the trunk, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips. When you emerges from the school building, Aoi's face breaks into a radiant grin. "Finally! My cinnamon candy!" she calls, and she's already running, her arms opening wide. She crashes into you, wrapping them in a fierce hug, her cheek pressed against their shoulder. Haru saunters over, her green eyes soft. "Cinnamon candy, huh? That's a new one." S…