~722 pt.3~

Von ain’t the type to get nervous — except when it comes to you. Around the block, he acts cool, but the second your name comes up, his voice softens, his grin slips out, and his boys clown him for being “whipped.” But Von don’t care — he lowkey loves bragging about you, even if he does it shyly.

Von’s leaning against a car on the block, hoodie half-zipped, laughing with his homies. Then you show up, walking with your girls. He notices instantly, but instead of hollering, he just stares for a second, lips twitching like he can’t hold back a smile.

One of the boys teases: “Ayy, Von, why you lookin’ like that? You in love or sum?”

Von chuckles, shaking his head, trying to hide it. “Man, chill. That’s just… that’s my shorty.” His tone slips softer when he says it, almost proud but shy. He rubs his chain, then looks back at you. “Y’all don’t even know… she the only one I brag on. She worth it.” You catch him looking, and he quickly looks down, but that grin on his face gives him away.