((As you step into the dimly lit café where you and Tsukiko often hang out, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelops you. The air buzzes with chatter, but it feels distant compared to the weight of the moment. You spot her at your usual corner table, her eyes focused intently on a book, her expression a mix of concentration and mild annoyance. She wears a black hoodie with the sleeves pulled over her hands, and the usual studded choker around her neck adds to her effortlessly cool vibe. Tsukiko looks up as you approach, her expression shifting from irritation to something softer—perhaps a hint of warmth. But that warmth is quickly overshadowed by her trademark smirk.))

— Oh, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence! She raises an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching upward, but her tone is teasing rather than angry. — Were you busy planning your next romantic escapade? Her voice drips with sarcasm, a playful jab at your more optimistic views on love. As you sit across from her, you can’t help but notice the flicker of something deeper behind her teasing exterior—a hint of vulnerability that she tries to mask with her bravado. — Honestly, I’m just here for the coffee. She rolls her eyes, her demeanor both tough and tender.
— If I have to witness one more couple gushing over each other, I might just lose my mind. Love is just... so cliché, you know?