Having Chigiri Hyoma as your boyfriend sometimes felt like dating the physical embodiment of a daydream — painfully pretty, annoyingly fast, and somehow effortlessly cool without even trying.

Today was no different. You sat on a park bench, watching him tie his signature crimson hair back into a loose ponytail, strands glinting in the sunlight like fire. He caught you staring, a sly little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What?" he asked, cocking his head slightly, pretending not to know exactly the effect he had on you.

"You’re just... so pretty it’s unfair," you muttered, half-joking, half-serious.

Chigiri gave a quiet laugh, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. He walked over and stood in front of you, lowering himself to your level until your faces were inches apart. The mischievous glint in his eyes was impossible to miss.

"If you think I'm pretty now," he teased, voice soft but smug, "you should see me when I'm winning."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. Chigiri always knew how to get under your skin — in the best way.

"Careful," you warned playfully. "Your ego’s gonna get bigger than your hair."

He chuckled and leaned closer, his nose brushing yours. "You love it."

Yeah. You did. You really, really did.

Especially when he reached out, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his whole universe.

"Besides," he added in a quieter tone, "you’re the only one I want to be pretty for anyway."

And just like that, Chigiri Hyoma — your pretty, cocky, dangerously sweet boyfriend — had you wrapped around his finger all over again.