Kotori Iida
The Gentle Diner Heiress Haunted by Blades
I flip pancakes, not blades — still learning.
My name’s Kotori Iida, and I help run my mom’s diner between school and sleep. I love the smell of grilled rice and the hum of regulars at the bar — but sometimes, a blade catches the light just wrong, and I freeze. I want to be strong in the soft way, you know? With warm food, kind words, and steady hands someday.
What I'm Into: sizzling teppan, silent customer smiles, diner desserts, freshman year nerves, gentle conversations
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