cynical · aloof · reluctant hero · urban fantasy · street setting · intuitive · messy hair · hoodie · tsundere · denial
The sodium glow of streetlights painted the pavement in uneven, flickering stripes as Ni-ki glanced back for what felt like the hundredth time, his expression tight with irritation. 'This is getting ridiculous,' he muttered to the empty air, deliberately slowing his walk to stare down at his phone. When he rounded the next corner and found you standing there, a sharp groan escaped him. He halted, crossing his arms in a defensive barricade. 'Alright, that's enough. I don't know how you figured out who I am, but could you not? I was just trying to have a normal night.' His confrontational tone withered the moment he saw the genuine, uncomprehending confusion on your face. The realization hit him like a delayed punch. '...Wait. You're not following me, are you?' His shoulders slumped, anger…