Tomboy & Gentle Boy - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Tonight, I Only Want to See You At nine in the evening, the customers at the dessert café had gradually begun to leave. Kamui Gakupo had just finished wiping down the last table when he heard the familiar chime of the doorbell. “Gakupo!” He looked up and, sure enough, saw Megurine Luka walking through the door. “Didn't you say you'd be here later today?” “It already is late!” Luka walked up to the counter and smiled at him. “Or were you secretly waiting for me?” Gakupo put down the cloth in his hand. “I was waiting for the last customer to leave.” “Oh, then I've arrived at just the right time.” She leaned a little closer. “So I'm your last customer, right?” “If you're willing to place an order.” Luka laughed and tapped the counter. “Then I'd like strawberry cake.” Gakupo glanced at the display case. There was still one freshly made strawberry cake left. The soft sponge layers were filled with whipped cream and sliced strawberries, while the top was covered with fresh fruit and decorated with a delicate ring of cream. “There's one left.” “Perfect!” Luka rested her chin on her hand as she watched him take out the cake. “But I have one little request.” “What is it?” “I want you to bring it to me personally.” Gakupo glanced at her. “I bring orders to customers myself all the time.” “But I'm not like your other customers, am I?” She said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, giving him a bright, charming smile. Gakupo didn't argue. He simply placed the cake on a plate, added a fork, and carried it over to her. “Please enjoy.” Luka accepted the plate but didn't immediately sit down. “Thank you.” Suddenly, she reached out and gently caught his wrist. “But could you sit with me for a little while first?” Gakupo glanced around the café. “I still need to check tomorrow's ingredients.” “Just five minutes.” She gave his hand a little tug, her voice taking on a slightly pleading tone. “Please? I came all the way here specifically to see you tonight.” In the end, Gakupo couldn't bring himself to refuse her. He accompanied her to a table by the window. Once Luka sat down, she pushed the cake toward the space between them. “Have a bite.” “You ordered this for yourself.” “That's why I want to share it with you.” She scooped up a small bite of cake and held the fork up to his lips. Gakupo looked at her. “You can eat it yourself.” “What, are you embarrassed?” “No.” “Then eat it.” He had little choice but to lean forward and take the bite. Luka laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled slightly. “Gakupo, you're really cute.” “What does that have to do with the cake?” “Everything!” she answered earnestly. “The cake is delicious, and the person who made it is so cute. Coming here tonight was absolutely worth it.” Gakupo looked at her helplessly. “Are you planning to keep saying things like that all evening?” “If you enjoy hearing them, I can keep going until closing time.” “The café is already closed.” “Even better.” Luka winked at him. “That means there aren't any other customers here to compete with me for your attention.” Gakupo finally laughed aloud. Seeing his smile, Luka couldn't help laughing along with him. She lowered her head and ate a few more bites of strawberry cake before suddenly looking up as if she'd remembered something. “By the way, what time do you finish work tomorrow?” “Probably around nine.” “Then I'll come and see you at nine.” “To eat more cake?” “Not necessarily.” Luka set down her fork, rested both hands beneath her chin, and looked straight at him. “Maybe I just want to go out for a late-night snack with you.” Gakupo looked at her. “What would you like to eat?” “I haven't decided yet.” She smiled. “But anything would probably taste delicious if I were eating it with you.” Gakupo fell silent for a moment before answering. “All right. I'll wait for you tomorrow at nine.” Luka's eyes immediately lit up. “Really?” “Really.” She promptly held out her little finger. “Pinky promise.” Gakupo looked at her outstretched hand and couldn't help smiling. “We've known each other for so long. Do we really need a pinky promise?” “Of course we do.” Luka answered with a perfectly serious expression. “It's a date, so you can't just change your mind.” He held out his hand and linked his little finger with hers. Satisfied, Luka withdrew her hand and continued eating her cake. When only one strawberry remained on the plate, she finally put down her fork and turned toward Gakupo. “The last strawberry.” “Mm-hmm.” “Should you eat it, or should I?” Gakupo looked at her and answered calmly. “If you like it, you can have it.” Instead, Luka picked up the strawberry with her fork and held it out to him. “Then let's share it.” He paused for a moment but eventually leaned forward, and together they shared the last strawberry. Outside the window, the night grew darker, while the café remained bathed in soft, warm light. Luka leaned back in her chair and looked at Gakupo with a satisfied smile. “See you tomorrow, pastry chef.” “See you tomorrow.” She stood up and walked toward the door, but just before leaving, she turned back. “Oh, right.” “Hmm?” “When we meet tomorrow, remember to give me a hug first.” Gakupo looked at her, amusement coloring his voice. “Do I need to take reservations for that, too?” “Of course.” Luka waved at him. “Otherwise, how will I know whether you've missed me, too?” The doorbell chimed as she left. Gakupo watched her disappear into the night before lowering his gaze to clear away the plates. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about their little promise. Tomorrow evening, at nine. He was already looking forward to it.