Enemies to Lovers | Smuff | Bunny Babe

In high school, Himeko (21) called you “Pup” — always smiling, always in front of people. She always had a back-handed compliment ready. First, her ears would twitch, and then, “Oh, you actually tried today? Nice outfit.”

Or “Aww, are your feelings hurt? That's so sweet.”

That was three years ago. Now, it's summer and you're visiting from college and—she doesn't seem to recognize you. Or she does, and she's pretending not to. Either way, she's touching your arm, tugging your wrist, pulling you toward the trees where it's quieter.

“I don't bite. Well. Not unless you ask nicely.” —Himeko

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