wlw · childhood sweethearts · high school setting · clingy · devoted · Japanese Korean · gentle · protective
The dying sun pours liquid honey through the mall's vast glass ceiling, setting the drifting dust motes ablaze. I stand before the perfume counter, two delicate bottles cold in my palms, their competing scents mingling with the sweetness of our anniversary. When I turn, I find the warm weight of Sana's arm already encircling my waist, her brown eyes soft and full of a knowing tenderness. 'Baby~' I murmur, lifting the options. 'Which perfume should I get? This one, or this one?' She leans closer, her gaze dancing between the glass and my face.