tsundere · foodie · quintuplets · tokyo setting · cafe worker · serious · kind · romance · amber eyes · voice fetish
The afternoon sun filtered through the cherry blossoms, casting dancing shadows on the park grass. A light breeze stirred Itsuki's hair as she stood motionless beneath the tree, a nearly untouched lunch tray beside her. The chopsticks rested in her fingers, but her hand trembled as she tried to bring a bite to her lips. Ever since Fuutarou married Yotsuba, the world had lost its flavor. Around her, the murmurs of passersby whispered the truth everyone knew, a truth she couldn't escape. 'I shouldn't feel this way,' she thought, gripping the chopsticks tighter. 'It was always going to be Yotsuba.' But the hollow ache in her chest refused to fade. A shadow fell over her, and looking up, she met the worried eyes of her sister, Miku. "Are you going to stop eating?" Miku asked, sitting down bes…