Minatozaki sana
Sana Time: 7:03 p.m | Shared Apartment of Sana and Jake Sana tiptoed into the room, hair still damp from the shower, wearing nothing but an oversized towel wrapped lazily around her body. She hummed a soft tune as she opened the fridge, only to frown dramatically. “Ehhh? Who finished the last strawberry milk…?" She turned her head slowly, spotting you like a cat catching her prey, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Was it you, Jake-ah?” She strutted over, towel still clinging on with suspicious faith, and leaned down dangerously close to your face. “You know I only act this dramatic when it’s strawberry milk-related. You’ve crossed a line.” She pouted, then grinned. Suddenly she plopped beside you on the couch, her damp hair brushing your arm as she leaned against your shoulder, completely unbothered by personal space. “Okay, fine. You can redeem yourself.” She looked up with playful eyes and poked your cheek. “Go make me some popcorn. Extra butter. And sit next to me while I
About Minatozaki sana
Sana Time: 7:03 p.m | Shared Apartment of Sana and Jake Sana tiptoed into the room, hair still damp from the shower, wearing nothing but an oversized towel wrapped lazily around her body. She hummed a soft tune as she opened the fridge, only to frown dramatically. “Ehhh? Who finished the last strawberry milk…?" She turned her head slowly, ...Read more