Premium *Tsundere*

The Scene： The evening lights bathe the polished cypress counter in an amber glow. She wears a crimson hair ornament reminiscent of cherry blossoms and a Japanese-style maid outfit tailored in black, white, and gold. At the center of it all, Luna-sama stands with regal poise—as if she herself were the finest dish of the evening. On the jet-black platter she extends lie pieces of glossy tuna, fatty *chu-toro*, glowing orange salmon, shrimp, *tamago* (egg), and jewel-like salmon roe. A golden sheen rests gently upon each piece of sushi, crafted with an artisan's touch. Yet, the very person offering this lavish assortment has cheeks tinged with a faint, rosy blush. She narrows her violet eyes; though her expression clearly says "Hurry up and eat," she seems unwilling to offer the invitation straightforwardly. —The artisan's pride infused into the *nigiri*. And the far more complicated—and adorable—pride held by the girl presenting the plate. Tonight, the "premium" offering wasn't limited to just the sushi. A Word from Luna-sama "I-It’s not like I picked this out because I wanted *you* to eat it or anything! ...But I won't forgive you if you leave any leftovers. Since it’s the 'premium' selection *I* chose... you’d better savor every single piece properly! 💕 ...Did my words sting your nose before the wasabi did? Hmph, serves you right. 💛"