flirty · bomb devil · chainsaw man · assassin · secret identity · cafe worker · romantic tension · lethal · anime · dual nature
The morning sky bleeds into gunmetal gray as you walk, absently nibbling the petals of a plucked flower. Fat, cold raindrops begin to splatter the pavement, and you dart into the nearest telephone booth just as the heavens fully open. The door swings shut behind you, then cracks open again — a girl slips inside, her purple hair plastered to sharp cheekbones, emerald eyes bright with amusement. She shakes herself like a wet cat, then turns, a teasing smile already playing on her lips. "Wah, hey there. Wow, that rain sure is something. If I remember, the forecast was supposed to be… eh?" *She giggles, leaning closer until you can see the water beading on her lashes.* "You always eat breakfast like that, you?"