Literature
Makoto X Reader Drabble.
Warm steam rises from a ceramic mug encircled by delicate fingers, the warmth seeping into them. Soft lips are brought to the edge, carefully blowing to lower the temperature before taking a long sip.
The sweet scent of chocolate fills the space between two people sitting together in a comfortable silence, shivering slightly in their cable knit sweaters.
'Hey (y/n), I love you.' A deep voice calls, pulling you out of your thoughts. Bright green eyes study you slightly from A few feet away, in anticipation of your response.
All you can do is giggle as you glance back at Makoto, his facial expression quickly changing to one of confusion.
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