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: Balance the "sweet" fantasy with reality. Every relationship faces mundane moments and disagreements; handle them with patience.

Eng's spine went rigid. Yuina’s voice was honey with a knife-edge—sweet, but sharp enough to cut. She knelt beside him, the scent of peach soap and summer humidity curling into his lungs. Her fingers brushed his as she adjusted his grip. eng with an older girl more of yuinas sweet

She was two years older. Two years that felt like twenty in the currency of cool composure and knowing smiles. While Eng still fumbled with the ties of his yukata , Yuina wore hers like water: effortless, flowing, dangerous in its simplicity. Her friends called her "Yuina-chan," but she was no chan to Eng. She was a constellation he had somehow stumbled into orbit around. : Balance the "sweet" fantasy with reality