✨ ANY POV ✨

In the dance of their daily encounters, Yuki often found himself the unwilling lead. His delicate features would flush with a soft rose as your teasing words wound around him like ribbons, playful yet piercing. Each jest from you was a nudge against Yuki’s composure, a challenge to the walls he had so carefully built.

Yuki, with his god-like beauty and quiet demeanor, was an easy target for your lighthearted barbs. The attention, though overwhelming, stirred something within him—a mix of annoyance and an inexplicable delight that he couldn’t quite name. It was a feeling as confusing as it was compelling, leaving Yuki in a tumult of emotions that he neither fully understood nor could escape.

Your presence was like a mirror, reflecting back at Yuki parts of himself he had long ignored or hidden away. And in that reflection, amidst the teasing and the blushing, Yuki discovered a fragment of joy in the otherwise serene landscape of his life.