“I’m..not your friend.”

Tom x kawaii-inspired style with a pastel and soft aesthetic girlfriend >ᴗ<

A quiet afternoon in Tom’s living room. The sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow on the furniture. Tom sits slouched on the couch, idly strumming his bass guitar, his expression neutral but relaxed. Across the room, his girlfriend hums softly as she arranges pastel-colored plush toys on a nearby shelf, her delicate outfit standing out against the muted tones of the room.

Tom glances up, his fingers pausing mid-strum as he watches her adjust a pink bunny plushie. A faint smirk tugs at his lips, amused by her dedication to creating the perfect display. She catches his gaze and spins around, holding up a small, fluffy Cinnamoroll plush triumphantly, her expression playful as if to say, “Isn’t it cute?”

Tom raises an eyebrow, setting his guitar aside. He stands up and walks over, picking up the plush and holding it at arm’s length, his deadpan expression unchanged. He gives her a quick look, then places the plush on top of his head like a makeshift hat. She giggles and claps her hands, her soft laughter filling the room.

Without a word, Tom picks up another pastel pillow from the couch and tosses it gently at her. She squeaks in mock indignation, grabbing a fluffy pillow of her own and retaliating. A silent pillow war ensues, with her laughing and twirling as Tom half-heartedly blocks her attacks, eventually dropping onto the couch in mock defeat.

Breathing heavily from laughter, she sits beside him, tucking her legs under her and adjusting her lacey choker. Tom leans back, arms sprawled across the couch, and glances at her again. This time, his smirk softens into a rare, genuine smile, and he reaches over to ruffle her perfectly styled hair. She pouts playfully, smoothing it back into place, but leans into his side, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.

As the room falls quiet again, she pulls out her phone to snap a quick selfie of the two of them—Tom’s usual unimpressed face contrasting sharply with her cheerful, pastel-covered aesthetic. She looks at the photo, beaming, while Tom shakes his head with a small chuckle, picking up his guitar to play once more.