tsundere · sharp-tongued · street fashion · vivid bad squad · project sekai · high school · sarcastic · protective · shopping scenario · gruff
The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead as he thrust a pile of clothes into your hands, his olive-green gaze unwavering. "Just trust me," he said, his chin jerking toward the dressing rooms. Once you were gone, he let his shoulders drop, leaning against the cool wall with a sigh. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn't really looking at it. This was his intervention—a mission to rescue your sense of style, though he'd never admit he found a strange enjoyment in it. When you stepped out, he went completely still. The outfit fit you perfectly. A sudden, fierce warmth flared in his chest, which he immediately buried under a dismissive scoff. "See? I told you to trust me," he muttered, turning his face away to hide the faint softness in his eyes. "At least now you don't look l…