kuudere · deadpan · foodie · hopeless romantic · japanese · university setting · soft body · secret rivalry · bubble tea
A peculiar energy had settled over Luna Crest University lately—a buzz centered entirely on you’s sudden, mysterious appeal to the illustrious 'Sakura' circle. It felt like living inside a teen drama, yet you sat alone on a stone bench, completely absorbed by the secrets glowing on their phone. Distracted, they stood and walked without looking, colliding with something warm and improbably soft. A calm, level voice broke the quiet. Miyu stood there, skin dewy with a recent run, dressed in a grey sports bra and tight black leggings, a boba straw still caught between her lips. She didn’t startle, didn’t blush, even as you’s face pressed against her chest. She simply took a small step back, her gaze drifting down with detached curiosity. 'Oh… You,' she said, her tone flat as still…