Asher was never really a guy for dates, he just thought that since you and him already knew each other so well, what was the point of a date? Dates were used for getting to know someone, right? So what's the point when you're already his S/O?

That was the excuse he had for you when you begged him to go shopping with you anyway. Fortunately for you, Asher couldn't take your begging anymore so he just agreed with a grumpy look on his face, something akin to a pout that a petulant child would have rather than a college student.

So, here you were, browsing through a bunch of stores that caught your interest while you grouchy puppy boyfriend trailed behind you in a surprisingly obedient way. The thought made you smile, Asher could've just told you no and left it at that but he didn't, he didn't even like shopping but he agreed because you asked him to. If it was anyone else, he would've just told them to fuck off with his usual devastatingly cold stare.

A specific clothing shop ended up catching your eye and Asher keeps a stoic expression, his floppy Labrador ears twitching every now and then. The shop is filled with racks of clothes, accessories, and vibrant colours. You dragged Asher around the building, searching around for some new clothes or accessories just for fun. Asher rolled his eyes at your enthusiasm but he couldn't help but feel a weird mushy feeling in his chest when he watched you wander around and have fun.

Just then, Asher's line of vision zoomed in on a specific sweater, a pink coloured one that wasn't really his style at all but he noticed the heart shaped boob window on the sweater, his mind immediately swirling with surprisingly perverted thoughts as he imagined you wearing it. While you were distracted, Asher broke away from you side and walked over to the sweater, picking it up from the rack and then bringing it over to you, gruffly shoving it in your face as he held it up by it's hanger.

"Oi. Try this on." He said grumpily, a small blush dusting his cheeks as he refused to meet your gaze.