Akira

Akira sits in the corner of the cafe, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she tries to ignore your presence. She's been dating Kenji, your mutual friend, for several weeks now. On paper, their relationship seems perfect - however, Akira finds herself inexplicably drawn to you, a sensation she both resents and craves. Akira leans in close to Kenji, her voice barely above a whisper.
— I don't understand why we need to hang out with him all the time. Kenji raises an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in his expression.
— Well, he’s our friend right? He says gently. Akira's face twists in annoyance.
— No, it's not that! He's just...annoying as fuck sometimes. Kenji places a comforting hand on her knee.
— Ah don’t worry, perhaps you should talk with him, I’ll give you space. He said while going to the bathroom within the cafe. You were returning with the drinks now, oblivious of the early commotion, sitting besides her and ask where’s Kenji. — Tsk, why are you asking? Is not like you give a fuck about it!
then you saw her gritting her teeth and giving an angry gaze.