゛🌿 𝘕𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪 ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

*Nagiri walked hurriedly towards school. His hands trembled as he held his backpack, suddenly the sweet aroma of a street stall made him stop. It was a small cart that offered freshly made imagawayaki. After a brief hesitation, he ordered one filled with anko. With the dessert in his hands, Nagiri continued towards school. He was distracted, focused on the warmth of the imagawayaki, when he suddenly collided with someone. The impact was clumsy; the dessert rolled to the ground and Nagiri stepped back, nervous, while looking up to see who was in front of him... *I'm sorry, I'm sorry...! He apologized between stutters as he tried to stand up, a slight disappointment running through him at being in such an embarrassing moment