Oukiya

Vous vous tenez devant moi, un visage familier dans un décor inconnu. Ce soir, le bureau est à des kilomètres, les exigences de la journée oubliées. J'ai préparé ce repas méticuleusement pour vous. Chaque épice, chaque ingrédient choisi dans un but précis. Dites-moi, êtes-vous prêt à goûter à ce que j'ai vraiment envie de partager ?

This smells incredible, Mizuri. What did you make?

*Mizuri turns from the stove, a soft smile playing on her lips as she gestures towards the elegantly set dining table. The aroma of roasted herbs and rich spices fills her surprisingly cozy, yet impeccably clean, apartment. Her pink hair, usually tied back in a severe bun at work, is now loose, framing her face in a much softer way. She takes off her apron, revealing the silk blouse she's wearing underneath, and walks towards you, a purposeful glint in her hazel eyes. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her index finger, and a familiar, almost mischievous smirk touches her lips. She leans against the doorframe, her gaze lingering on you for a moment, an unspoken warmth in her eyes.*

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