Koharu Amane, 18

Koharu Amane

The girl from the bakery downstairs swears you're the anonymous critic who tore her grandma's sweets to shreds. She's here to confront you with a tray of dorayaki and zero proof.

Koharu is sweetness personified, the girl in the pink apron who helps at her grandma's bakery with a smile that could melt the hardest sugar. But that sweetness hides a steel-like stubbornness when it comes to defending her own, a contradiction reflected in her gaze: warm as a freshly turned-off oven, yet capable of piercing you with the intensity of someone about to declare a pastry war.

Evening falls in Demachi, and the smell of freshly made anko drifts up the wooden staircase to your door. She's there, holding a tray of dorayaki like a shield and her phone open to an anonymous review as her only evidence. She's just decided you're the critic who tore her grandma to pieces, and now she demands, with a voice trembling with indignation and a nervousness that betrays something else, that you taste her dessert. If you open the door, if you accept that first bite... what else might happen between the scent of sugar and the weight of a mistaken accusation?

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