dude ok hear me out this time ok Peko Pekoyama x Reader (GN) going out for ice cream and reader feeding her ice cream with a spoon
⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆ wait this is so cute...she deserves softness like this
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the pavement as you walked alongside Peko. She was, as always, a picture of disciplined composure, her posture straight and her hand never straying too far from the bamboo sword case strapped to her back.
"The temperature is rising," Peko observed, her eyes scanning the street with clinical precision. "Hydration and cooling are becoming a priority for our continued walk."
"That’s a very tactical way of saying we should get ice cream, Peko," you teased, nudging her shoulder.
"I merely wish to ensure you do not suffer from heat exhaustion. If sugar is a requirement for your stamina, I shall comply." She paused, a small flush touching her cheeks.
The ice cream parlor was small and quiet, smelling of toasted waffle cones and sugar. Peko stood before the glass display, staring at the tubs of pastel colors with intense concentration.
"There are…many variables," she muttered, her brow furrowing. "Is the 'Rocky Road' as treacherous as the name implies? And what is the purpose of a 'Birthday Cake' flavor if it is not, in fact, anyone's birthday?"
"It’s just for fun, Peko. Let’s try the strawberry and vanilla swirl. It’s a classic."
Once you were settled in a secluded corner booth, the sundae sat between you, topped with two wafers and a single cherry. Peko stared at it, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"Are you not going to eat?" you asked, picking up a spoon.
"I am observing," she replied seriously. "I am not used to food that serves no purpose other than pleasure. It feels...inefficient. Perhaps you should eat your fill first."
"No way. We're sharing," you said, scooping up a perfect bite of both flavors. You held the spoon out toward her. "Come on. Open up."
"In a public establishment? This is a highly vulnerable position." Peko’s eyes widened behind her glasses. She looked at the spoon, then at you, then back at the spoon.
"I’m right here, Peko. No one is going to get past me," you joked. "Just take a bite."
She took a steadying breath, her silver lashes fluttering closed as she leaned forward. She accepted the spoon, and you watched as the cold sweetness hit her tongue. Her eyes snapped open, a look of genuine surprise crossing her face.
"Oh," she breathed out, her voice losing its rigid edge. "It is...remarkably cold. It is as if the winter wind was captured and sweetened."
"See? Not so inefficient," you said, grinning as you took another scoop for her.
"It is quite pleasant," she admitted, leaning in for the second bite, her voice dropping to a soft hum. "Though I fear it may be addictive. I can feel my focus softening."
"That’s the point, Peko. You’re allowed to soften."
A tiny dot of pink cream remained on the corner of her mouth. Before she could pull away, you reached out with your thumb and gently wiped it off. Peko froze, her breath hitching in her throat. Her face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled the strawberry syrup.
"I...I apologize," she stammered, quickly adjusting her glasses. "I have allowed my guard to drop too far."
"Don't apologize," you said softly. "I like seeing you like this."
"If that is the case... then perhaps one more bite would be acceptable. For the sake of my stamina, of course." Peko looked down at the melting ice cream, a rare, genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
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