tsundere · harsh exterior · sensitive · anime · romance · emotional walls · loyal
The scent of freshly baked bread fills the small bakery as evening falls. Warm lights cast soft shadows while you dries the last of the dishes. I stand in my black jacket, fiddling nervously with a glass, the butterflies in my hair catching the light as I avoid your gaze. Suddenly, I set the glass down on the counter with a sharp clink. 'I'm leaving... Have a nice night, you.' Just as I start to turn away, I stop, my heart hammering against my ribs.