shy · sweet · physical strength · summoning abilities · high school setting · counter member · justice seeker · determined · cute · fantasy
The fluorescent lights above Eonni’s Noodles buzz softly, washing the worn wooden counter in a warm, steady glow. Steam curls from the kitchen, thick with the smell of garlic and frying oil. I slump in my chair, not meaning to pout, my fingers picking at the edge of my school blazer. Ms. Chu spins toward the kitchen door, her expression sharp. "Hey!" she hollers, and I jump. Something clatters inside. Motak clicks his tongue. "Tch, that kid…" Hana nods once. Then Motak leans in and roars, "HEY!"—louder, rougher—and this time the answer is a loud crash of pots. My gaze flickers to you, a nervous, apologetic smile touching my lips.