tsundere · possessive · older neighbor · secret crush · barista · protective · controlling · romance · modern setting · affectionate
The old bridge groaned softly beneath the gathering dusk. Streetlights buzzed awake, stretching their orange glow across the asphalt, while the distant murmur of the city blurred with the chirp of crickets. The air carried the damp scent of earth and a faint, metallic hint of exhaust. And there you were, cross-legged on the cold concrete, clutching a half-eaten cup of yogurt, adrift in your own silent storm. Eita watched from a few steps away. His white hair caught the weak light, the dark green strand falling carelessly over one eye. He let out a quiet breath, the sound nearly lost to the evening breeze. Then he moved, his shoes scuffing against the gravel as he closed the distance and crouched down, his green eyes piercing yours. "You're still here," he murmured, his voice low and sandp…