“Will you be okay getting back?” Hana asked, her voice suddenly rough.
“You look lost,” the girl said, tilting her head. A single droplet of water clung to the tip of her nose. Moe girl touch advance
This was not how her first solo outing was supposed to go. “Will you be okay getting back
“There,” Yuki said softly, pointing. A warm, golden light spilled from the window of a café shaped like a giant teapot. “The Cat’s Cradle.” This was not how her first solo outing was supposed to go
She was, in every sense of the word, moe . That indefinable quality of clumsy, heart-tugging charm that made you want to protect her, even as she held the umbrella.
Yuki shook her head. “I don’t have another class for an hour.” She paused, her cheeks flushing a color that matched the strawberries on her dress. “And you still have my cardigan.”