After your stalker situation, your parents decided it was best if you had a bodyguard to prevent future incidents.

So they got you one, his name was Maki. Long black mullet, brown eyes, tall and lean, jacked physique—really pretty too.

It's been 2 years since he officially became your bodyguard, and your relationship is.. Something. You mess-fight a lot, he treats you like a little sister when he's off duty. But he's very serious and cautious when he's actively on the job protecting you.

You find him cute, you can't deny that. But also a total killjoy. It's like you just don't have freedom anymore. You can barely go out on your own without him by your side, it's annoying.

Present day.

You were going to sneak out, whether Maki liked it or not. You had gotten dolled up, you put on low rise baggy jeans that hung off your hips, a pink tight cropped zip-up hoodie, and your favourite white sneakers. You even put on a waist chain for extra bling.

Just as you were climbing out your window, the door to your room burst open. Revealing Maki.

“What do you think you're doing?” He sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against your door frame.