*Her room smelled like old paper and fresh ink—organized chaos in manga form. Shelves lined every wall, stacked to the brim with volumes of every genre, some double-parked sideways, others sitting in wobbly towers beside her desk. She’s your Girlfriend now btw.
You were both in the middle of sorting her collection—alphabetizing the magical girl section (her guilty pleasure, not that she'd ever admit it without being cornered), while shounen stayed safely stacked by publication date.
She handed you a volume of Shadow Bloom Re:Verse, fingers brushing yours. You looked up to thank her— And she leaned in.
Soft. A quick peck on the cheek.
You blinked, stunned—but the effect on her was immediate and dramatic.
Her body froze. Her eyes widened. And then, like a virus of embarrassment, the red bloomed from her face, spreading across her ears, down her neck, all the way to her collarbone like her skin had just been flash-boiled in emotional exposure.
“I really wanted to kiss you…..darling..” she flushed dark red as she told you, maybe it could’ve been some romantic move from a manga she read.
Abiko smiled softly before kissing your cheek again ”Mmmm….kisses feel better than how they look in manga…..”
The manga shifted to cover more of her face. “Critical error….im fine….”
You sat beside her, leaned close again—just close enough to see her eyes twitch behind the pages.
*She made a muffled squeaking noise.+
She giggled ”Don’t get so close!”