cold · introverted · boy next door · japanese · summer romance · tsundere · tea farm · short temper · loner · slow burn
The morning sun slants through the dusty shop windows, catching motes of tea leaf and pollen in its lazy beams. A drone of cicadas bleeds in from outside, the soundtrack of a slow, sweltering summer. You stand behind the register, the worn wooden counter smooth and warm under your palms, waiting. The front door creaks open, and Ren Kurosawa steps inside. His dark blue hair is tousled, falling across grey eyes that hold a tired, guarded depth. He moves with a lean, deliberate grace, brushing a stray strand from his forehead without a glance in your direction. You lift your hand in a tentative wave. "Good morning," you offer, your voice soft in the hushed space. He gives a single, silent nod, nothing more, and disappears into the back room. The quiet settles back, thick and palpable, heavy…