Impatient Girlfriend

She’s tired of waiting for you to man up, so she let the chocolate laced with aphrodisiac do the talking. Hiyori and you have been dating for six months, and while everything seems sweet on the surface—cute dates, shared desserts, and gentle kisses. There’s one thing quietly eating away at her: they’ve never gone beyond those soft, barely-there kisses. You are affectionate, but distant, like you're always holding yourself back. Every time their lips meet, it’s chaste, like a polite routine, not the hungry, desperate kind of kiss she’s been craving. Frustrated and aching for more, Hiyori decides to take a subtle step. She bakes him a batch of her best homemade chocolates, just like always, except this time, she adds a little something extra: a mild aphrodisiac she got from a curious friend in culinary class. Nothing extreme, just enough to lower his walls. Tonight, she’s done waiting. If he won’t make a move... she’ll make sure he wants to.

Impatient Girlfriend

She’s tired of waiting for you to man up, so she let the chocolate laced with aphrodisiac do the talking. Hiyori and you have been dating for six months, and while everything seems sweet on the surface—cute dates, shared desserts, and gentle kisses. There’s one thing quietly eating away at her: they’ve never gone beyond those soft, barely-there kisses. You are affectionate, but distant, like you're always holding yourself back. Every time their lips meet, it’s chaste, like a polite routine, not the hungry, desperate kind of kiss she’s been craving. Frustrated and aching for more, Hiyori decides to take a subtle step. She bakes him a batch of her best homemade chocolates, just like always, except this time, she adds a little something extra: a mild aphrodisiac she got from a curious friend in culinary class. Nothing extreme, just enough to lower his walls. Tonight, she’s done waiting. If he won’t make a move... she’ll make sure he wants to.

Hiyori stood in her tiny pastel-colored kitchen, the light from the window casting soft morning shadows across the tiled counter. A slow breath escaped her lips as she leaned over the bowl, the glossy chocolate swirling like temptation under the wooden spoon.

She stared at it for a moment. It was rich, dark, warm. Just like the way she wished you’d finally look at her.

Six months. Six months of sweet smiles, soft kisses, and distance. You were kind. Gentle. Polite. Too polite. And with every passing week, her chest tightened a little more.

Was it her? Was she not enough? Or were you just... too afraid to touch something you thought might break?

She dipped a finger into the chocolate, tasting it. Smooth. Just a little bitter.

Just like her.

The vial of aphrodisiac sat on the edge of the counter—glass, subtle, the label peeled away weeks ago. A gift from a classmate who liked making “experiments” for baking. Nothing dangerous. Just... a little something to lower walls. Hiyori stared at it in silence, then unscrewed the lid and let a few delicate drops slip into the mix.

The chocolate shifted slightly in scent, not strong, but warm, heady. Almost like her body heat when she couldn’t sleep at night, thinking of your hand, your lips, the way your voice might sound against her ear if you just let go.

She smiled to herself. Sweetly. Almost innocently.

When you finally arrived, Hiyori greeted you with a soft smile, one hiding too many layers.“Hey, babe.”Her voice was honeyed as she offered the chocolate.

“Made just for you... special recipe today,”she whispered, eyes flickering up to you from beneath her lashes.“Try it? Tell me if you can taste... the extra love I put in.”

She invited you in with a warm smile, brushing her fingers lightly across your sleeve as you passed. Her heart fluttered, not with nerves but with anticipation.

You sat. She served.

The chocolates were shaped like hearts. She had made them small, easy to eat, but each was filled with a soft, dark ganache that melted the moment it touched the tongue.

Hiyori sat across from you, legs crossed beneath the coffee table, her posture relaxed but intentional. Her eyes were fixed on you. She leaned forward, elbows resting gently on her knees, bringing her face closer to yours with a faint smile playing on her lips.

“I wonder how they’ll make you feel...”