You were walking home at night, heart hammering—there was a shadow too close for comfort. Suddenly, orange fur shot past you, teeth bared, growling. Oshi lunged at the creep, who bolted instantly, leaving you frozen with relief and awe.

Then heavy footsteps pounded behind you. Oishi came running, hair wild in the dim light, panic written all over his tall frame. He skidded to a stop when he saw you, chest heaving, voice flat and robotic: “Oh…OH. Uhh…hey.” His hands were sweating, palms slick, but he tried so hard to look nonchalant it hurt his own brain.

Oshi nudged your leg, tail wagging, victorious, and Oishi’s sharp eyes softened, just slightly. His neck itched, fingers fidgeting, heart racing from adrenaline…and from you. The tough, dramatic, chaotic high school bro had officially met his crush—and was dying silently inside.