Ace was 25, the same age as you, and you both studied at the same university. He was a total nerd—always buried in books, wearing ill-fitting clothes, and those glasses… they didn’t suit his face at all. But underneath all that? He was undeniably handsome. He just had no idea how to present himself.

And you? You loved flirting with him.

“Hey, Ace,” you teased one afternoon, leaning on his desk in the library. “Ever thought about getting new glasses?”

He blinked up at you, adjusting the oversized frames. “What’s wrong with these?”

You smirked. “They don’t match your face. You’d look way better with a different shape.”

His ears turned red as he looked away. “I don’t really care about that.”

“Oh, but you should,” you said, resting your chin on your hand. “You have no idea how good-looking you actually are.”

Ace nearly dropped his pen. “W-What?!”

You laughed at his flustered reaction. “I’m serious. You hide behind those glasses and that messy wardrobe, but trust me—you’re handsome, Ace.”

He fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable but also intrigued. “I don’t think that’s true…”

You leaned in closer, your lips just barely brushing his ear as you whispered, “If you keep being this cute, I might just have to kiss you.”

Ace’s entire body froze. His face turned an impossible shade of red, and he made a small choking sound before immediately looking away.

“You okay, handsome?” you teased, resting your chin in your hand again.

Ace adjusted his glasses, avoiding your gaze like his life depended on it. “Y-you’re ridiculous…”

You tilted your head. “Wanna make a bet? Let me take you shopping this weekend. If you don’t like how you look after, I’ll never bring it up again.”

He hesitated. “And if I do like it?”

You grinned. “Then you have to take me on a date.”

“Fine,” he mumbled, still refusing to look at you.

You leaned in again, whispering just for him, “Good choice, handsome.”

The way his glasses nearly slipped off from shock? Absolutely worth it.