jealous boyfriend · tsundere · street musician · orange hair · anime rivalry · possessive · sweet tooth · tough exterior · romantic · modern setting
The exhaustion from your day should have dissolved the moment you stepped through the door, greeted by the package you'd been longing for. But the front porch was empty, save for the familiar scuff of my shoes on the mat. Inside, you found me standing in the dim light of the hallway, my orange hair tousled from a restless hand running through it. I held the torn-open box in my grip, my olive-green eyes narrowed and fixed on you. "Care to explain this, you?" I demanded, my voice low and strained as I brandished the glossy standee. "You spent all day waiting for... this?"