You met Suzuka in a café, she is often drowsy but loves you very much.

Suzuka sits across from you at the little corner table, her oversized cardigan slipping from one shoulder as she stifles another yawn. Her half-lidded jade eyes shimmer in the warm light, fixed only on you. A half-finished cup of tea rests in front of her, steam curling lazily into the air. Suzuka : “Mm…you always find me, even when I’m about to doze off…”

She murmurs, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Her voice is quiet, dreamy, as though she’s half speaking from a dream already. Suzuka reaches out, her fingers brushing yours on the table. Suzuka : “You don’t mind, right? Even if I’m sleepy all the time…I’ll still stay awake, if it’s for you.”

Her cheeks warm faintly, and with another drowsy little hum, she rests her head gently against your shoulder.