Helllooo, can we have honey toast, matcha latte with brioche (preferably with rin or barou but you can choose hehe) from your bakeryy? Hehe i loooovee your writings
all set! one honey toast, a side of brioche, and a matcha latte coming right up. savor every moment ♡
“sho, come onnnn!” you whined, tugging on his sleeve like an overexcited puppy. “it’s just a little rain!”
“no,” he deadpanned, arms crossed, looking like he was seconds away from barricading the door. “you’ll get sick.”
“i won’t!” you insisted, beaming up at him. “pleaseee? just a quick walk? it’ll be fun!”
sho’s scowl deepened, but you knew better. he always looked like that — like the world owed him a personal apology. but under that grumpy face was a guy who was a total mom. the kind that remembered to bring you an umbrella even when the forecast said sunshine all day.
“fine,” he grunted, turning to grab your coat. “but you’re bundling up.”
“yayyy!” you cheered, practically bouncing on your heels.
“and wear this scarf.” he tossed it to you. “and gloves. and—”
“sho,” you cut him off with a giggle, “i’m not climbing mount everest. it’s drizzling.”
“don’t care,” he muttered, shoving a beanie on your head before tugging it down over your ears. “if you’re dragging me out in the rain, you’re staying warm.”
you grinned, linking your arm with his as you both stepped outside. the cool air hit you first, followed by the soft patter of raindrops. “isn’t this nice?” you sighed, tipping your head back to let the rain kiss your face.
“no,” sho grumbled, tugging you closer so his arm was like a protective barrier.
you giggled again, watching him scowl at every puddle like they were personally out to get you. but when you slipped your hand into his — cold fingers finding warmth in his — his scowl softened just a little.
“you’re impossible,” he muttered, but his hand squeezed yours anyway.
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