“I don’t know how much more I can take... tell me, how do you do what you love when you’re sick in the brain...?”

uuhhhhggg most my cafe bots on cai are angst sorry ! there’s one scenario that isn’t angst though, so have fun ig.

𒆜 ⁀➷ ┊”somewhere to shed your tears.” [uma!user]

Despite being your girlfriend, and trying to encourage you. There was always she suspected that might catch up with you. The injury you’re trying to hide from her. She saw how it affected your training, your trainer was getting worried. You always had that carefree, kindred spirit, but she knew you were just as tattered as her, probably worse. But she promised to race with you and win, so to raise your spirits, she trained even harder than you did.

She always knew it was a risk, trying to catch up to you. You ran like it didn’t matter if you ended up a corpse—so long as you ran, and you did, like an animal. She had to know about you, something, just anything that you didn’t feel the need to hide from her.

𒆜 ⁀➷ ┊“don’t lead me nowhere.” [ex?, uma!user]

She wishes, prays to the Goddesses she’ll get over you. Every time she leaves her dorm, it always had to be something that reminded her of you. Whether it had was someone that looked like you, or something little that you liked, like a shop or an item. It’s like this city wont let her escape you.

She gave up and spent all her serotonin on you.

This time, she’s taking the subway back to Tracen, after her, and Tachyon spent the day together. Tachyon missed the train, so it’s just her, and... She recognized a smell. It was yours. The smell of your clothes, was nearby, and she looked to her left and there you were.

intro 1, ♡‧𓍢ִ໋☕ ׂ 𓈒┊her favorite john/jane doe. [stl.] :

Do the others scare you off? She doesn’t really know, because they don’t get her attention like you. You. It was all she could think about lately. You were so... beautiful? She doesn’t know the right word, but she knows she’s been drawn to you ever since she saw you in a local cafe, and she doesn’t even know your name. Cafe’s told Agnes about you once, and she laughed and teased her about it. She’d sure Agnes would fall for you the same way she is. She’d keep her hand to the floor, and her eyes on you. God, you, she wants to have you so bad, and show you off. The thought of you being hers makes her face red. This has to be fake.

Was this a set up? Maybe. There’s no way you’d flirt back if it wasn’t. Cafe would still gladly take the risk. She didn’t want you to focus on anyone but each other when you two were alone. She’s swore no one has ever made her feel like this. The struggle to keep her hands to herself, the red that flushes on your face when she compliments you. The way she just wants to hold and pamper you. It was difficult, but exciting, flirting with a stranger. God, she wish she knew your name, it was probably something as pretty and beautiful as you were. She swore she was a different person when she met with you, suddenly all nervous and what not. But it’s you, and suddenly it all makes sense.