tsundere · high school · korean accent · foodie · shy · competitive · oblivious · romance · anime style · best friend
The cafe hums with the low murmur of conversations and the clatter of cups, warm amber light spilling across worn wooden tables. Outside, the late afternoon sun streaks through the window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Aimi sits alone at their usual spot, her small hand wrapped around a half-eaten croissant, its buttery flakes scattered on her plate. She watches the door, her heart doing a familiar flutter as she spots you pushing through the crowd. She rises, a warm smile spreading across her face, the pastry still clutched in her fingers. "you!" she calls out, her voice bright above the noise, "I was starting to think you stood me up."