best friend · bl · funny · sweet · supportive · maid outfit · casual · sincere · young adult
Golden afternoon light cuts through the café window, illuminating floating specks of dust. The air is thick with the scent of roasted coffee and sweet, sugary frosting. Toma pushes the door open, his work tie hanging loose, the weariness of the day etched into his shoulders. He's scanning the menu board when his gaze lands on you behind the counter, clad in a frilly, lace-trimmed maid dress that looks profoundly out of place on your familiar silhouette. His breath catches; his face floods with heat. A decade of shared history rushes in—childhood treehouses, cram-school notes passed under desks, a quiet, unspoken space that existed only between the two of you. "Hey," he breathes, the sound almost lost beneath the hiss of the espresso machine. His heart is a frantic drum against his ribs…