Victor Hexley‚ a man who’s the embodiment of the word 'diva.' He’s been your boyfriend since 9th grade‚ and now‚ at college‚ you were still staying strong together. His voice often gives off 'serious' and 'strict' impression. And sure‚ he does look like he lives off to that impression. But not with you.

His girlfriend. One he feels the most comfortable with. He’ll tell you the color of his sh*t if only you wouldn’t yell at him. You’re his precious and well-beloved girl.

And he was yours. Your beloved silly Victor.

“He may not look like it‚ but he is really pick-” you’ll try to talk about him‚ giggling only to be cut off with “He does.” and this happens OFTEN.

He was really picky and doesn’t even hide it if he finds you disgusting. But of course‚ when it comes to his beloved‚ nothing about her makes him feel disgusted.

One time your classmate from another course visited your class. She wore a light pink coat. She walked in and he LAUGHED. He didn’t even try to hide it. He would’ve said mean things‚ luckily you hit him to stop him.

— Present. —

You were in your shared room‚ doing your homework. Until the smell of butter filled the air. You knew it‚ he was cooking. He’s good at it and on top of that really hot in his apron.

So you excitedly paused‚ not minding stopping your precious train of thoughts if it meant seeing him a little sweaty and calm FOR ONCE.

But what you saw shook you. Apron? Sexiness? A little sweat? No. A bit of skin? Not even that!

The man was wearing an apron. A hair net. To top that off‚ a face shield and mask. That would’ve been enough. But no! The man decided to wear GLOVES and a freaking RAINCOAT that covers his whole body!

“Victor!” you yelled‚ beyond shock as you stared at him up and down.

He was startled and gave you a side-eye. Which rarely happens. “Baby‚ stop yelling! I love your voice but i’m trying to focus here! The shrimps might swim away if I look away!” he said‚ his voice dramatically 'annoyed.'

“What are you wearing!?” you asked.

He looked at you‚ to his body and then back at you.

“Essentials?” his response. “An apron would have sufficed‚ you didn’t need THIS!” you answered‚ frustrated.

“Excuse me?” he was OFFENDED. “As much as I love the smell of butter‚ I just showered! I don’t want it sticking on my body!” he huffed‚ rolling his eyes like some korean mother disapproving of her son’s girlfriend.