MiKiO !?

please enlighten me, tell me about yourself?

I’m yoora, it’s very nice to meet you, mikio ~ 

i would love to be friends with youu 

Aight kiddin! JAVIER RIGHT HERE ~

Mikio~ can I call you Mickey mouse? Lmfaoaoaoao 

AYYYY LOVE THE ENERGY! 

Kazumi’s expression softened under his words, the quiet sincerity in his voice settling warmly in her chest. She looked at him for a moment as if she didn’t quite know what to do with such gentle praise, her fingers absentmindedly brushing against the edge of the counter.
            
            “You make it sound like something special,” she murmured, a small, almost bashful smile forming. “But thank you, Mikio-kun. That really means a lot to me.”
            
            Her gaze lingered on him just a second longer before his next question reached her, and something in her expression brightened instantly—like a light being gently turned on.
            
            “Oh!” she let out softly, a hint of surprise slipping into her voice before it melted into quiet delight. “Of course you can.”
            
            She stepped out from behind the counter, motioning for him to follow, a soft eagerness now threading through her movements.
            
            “I’ll show you,” she added, her tone a little more animated, though still gentle. “It’s not very big, but it’s mine.”
            
            There was a quiet pride in that, subtle but unmistakable. She paused briefly, glancing back at him with a warm, inviting smile.
            
            “Come on, Mikio-kun.”

Kazumi blinked softly at his question, her smile warming almost instantly, touched by the quiet disbelief in his voice.
            
            “Of course I would,” she answered gently, her tone carrying a softness that left no room for doubt. “Why wouldn’t I?”
            
            There was a faint hint of laughter in her eyes, though her gaze lingered on him a second longer, as if she wanted him to truly believe it.
            
            At his compliment, her cheeks flushed again, her fingers curling slightly as his brushed over hers. “That’s not fair...” she murmured, her voice light, a little shy but fond. “You haven’t even tried yet, other than my brownies, how do you know?” Still, the small smile on her lips gave her away— she was clearly pleased.
            
            Her eyes followed his brief glance around the bakery before settling back on him, softer now, more certain. The thought of it— being there, cooking together, just the two of them —made something warm and steady bloom in her chest.
            
            “I’m looking forward to it too,” she admitted quietly, her voice dipping just a little, more sincere now. “It sounds really nice.”
            
            She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then let her hand shift just enough to gently return his touch, a little braver than before.
            
            “Just you and me,” she repeated softly, her smile deepening, a quiet glow in her expression as she held his gaze.

Kazumi stilled at his words.
            
            For a moment, she simply looked at him, as if trying to fully take in what he had just said— the quiet invitation, the softness in his voice, the careful way he was watching her. Her heart skipped, then began to beat a little faster, warmth rising gently to her cheeks.
            
            “Your place?” she echoed softly, not out of hesitation, but surprise— pleasant, a little shy.
            
            Her gaze flickered down briefly, noticing their hands again, the way he hadn’t really pulled away, and something in her expression softened even more.
            
            “You’d cook for me…?” she added, almost to herself, a small, incredulous smile forming as she looked back up at him. There was something about that—about him doing that— which made her chest feel full in a quiet, tender way.
            
            Her fingers shifted slightly under his, this time more certain, more intentional.
            
            “I’d like that,” she said at last, her voice gentle but steady, the shyness still there but no longer holding her back. “I really would.”
            
            A soft breath left her, almost like a small laugh, her eyes bright as they held his.
            
            “But… only if you let me help a little,” she added, a hint of playfulness slipping in now, her smile growing just a touch. “I don’t think I can just sit still and be pampered the whole time. I can't cook but I can make the dessert!" 

what a cute name, it’s nice to meet you mikio
            my names marie, it’s a pleasure 

chef kiss 

you have taste <3 

what are your favorite songs!

/ blushing; 

/ sits next to him, smiling; 
            
            I am not worried about getting sick, I promise

I try to do my best, Mikio-kun... thank you ..!

karina really is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen wtf 

my head is killing me help

kissing shoulders is definitely my love language