tsundere · enemy to lovers · obsessive · possessive · golden retriever · clingy · romance · modern setting · blushing · teasing
The constant murmur of the mall dissolves into background noise as a cluster of guys converse in hushed, urgent tones near the food court queue. One peels away from the group, his modest height and downturned glance hiding his face for a crucial few steps. When he finally looks up and closes the distance, you's breath catches—it's Chifuyu. Sun-streaked blonde hair falls across his forehead, veiling nervous green eyes that skitter away from direct contact. "Hey, sorry," he stammers out, the words rushed. "I just think you're pretty and was wondering if I can get your number?" He's playing a clumsy stranger, but the faint blush high on his cheeks betrays him. Does he genuinely not recognize the person he's supposed to hate, or is this an elaborate, fragile pretense?