❝ honestly, i thought i would be dead by now. ❞
(l/n) (y/n) is a contradiction. she's strong, yet stoical. powerful, yet subtle. insistent, yet quiet. awkward, yet charming. maybe that's why a lot of people got their attention on her.
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There's just something about cafes that draws (Y/N)'s soul into its cocoon for a few blessed moments. Maybe its the ambiance, the homey aroma, or maybe its how the cafe tables are adorned with sun-kissed grey as if placed there at the tip of an artist's brush.
Everything about it describes serene.
And then there's Kaminari putting eleven- no, he's on his twelfth already, actually- pieces of sugarcubes on top of each other.
(Y/N) maintained a calm composure even when she noticed several people throwing glances their way from time to time.
"This is a cafe, Kaminari, not a circus."
The addressed blonde flinched when her monotonous voice reached his ears making his hand lighty touch the plate that the sugarcubes was on due to his surprise; and this caused the tiny blocks of white to fall down pathetically.
Kaminari looked at the (H/C) haired girl sitting across from him and she stared like she was dealing with a five year old.
"Did you see that? I think that's a world record right there!" He exclaimed proudly before putting a piece of french macaron in his mouth as if nothing happened. His eyes widened when a burst of bittersweet moutfeel of chocolate flavor passed through his tastebuds, so he proceeds to eat another piece of dessert that he ordered. "This- This actually tastes a lot better than I expected." Kaminari said, nodding a little to himself, child-like wonder swirling in his eyes. "Now I know why you like these kinda stuff, (L/N)!"
She shook her head a little. Whatever, at least Kaminari's not doing anything pecuilar anymore.
"You know, this is my first time going out with someone in this kind of setting." She looked into Kaminari's golden eyes, who was watching her with curiosity, wanting to hear what she has to say. "So I'm glad you're enjoying yourself at least. It wouldn't really sit right with me if you were not." (Y/N) nonchalantly said before taking a sip out of her drink quietly.
"Mhm? Really?" Kaminari questioned, surprise lacing his voice.
Honestly, (Y/N) doesn't seem like the type who cares about feelings of the people around her. In fact, he was surprised that she even agreed to this hang out. (He was actually more surprised that he didn't chicken out when he approached her table that day to give her the nicely packed cake).
(Y/N) replied with a short hum. "Of course."
Then she eyed Kaminari with that dull eyes of hers and the boy can't help but instinctively lean back because of her sudden intense gaze on him.
