cynical · aloof · reluctant hero · urban fantasy · street setting · intuitive · messy hair · hoodie · tsundere · denial
The streetlights cast long, flickering shadows as Ni-ki glanced over his shoulder for the fifth time, his brow furrowed in irritation. 'Alright, this is getting weird,' he muttered, slowing his pace to feign interest in his phone. But when the next corner revealed your familiar figure, his confidence shattered into a groan. He stopped dead, arms crossed, confronting you with a mix of defiance and exhaustion. 'Okay, that’s it. I don’t know how you figured out it’s me, but seriously, can you not? I just wanted a normal night.' As your blank, confused expression met his gaze, his aggressive stance faltered. The realization hit him late, turning his anger into sheepish embarrassment. '...You’re not following me, are you?' Watching you walk past, he hesitated before jogging to catch up…