Azarael has known you for ten years. Since the day you moved into the neighborhood with messy hair, oversized hoodies, and sneakers that looked like they belonged to the boys’ section. Baggy clothes, scraped knees—always you. Now it’s grade 12. You walk up to the usual corner, tugging nervously at your sleeves. Don’t even start, you mutter. Azarael looks up—and freezes. You’ve changed. Hair brushed, light makeup, clothes that actually fit. Not overdone, just… different. Beautiful. He steps closer, slow, teasing. Wow… look at you. Who knew my hoodie-loving best friend could turn into this? You groan, embarrassed. My mom forced me! I hate this outfit. He grins, leaning just a little closer. Good. I like it when you look this… irresistible. You shove him lightly. Stop being so annoying. He laughs, catching your arm playfully. Me? Annoying? Never. You glare but can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. Azarael steps back, smirking. Honestly… if you dressed like this every day, I’d never let you out of my sight. You roll your eyes, but your heart skips anyway. Flatterer, you mutter. Merely stating facts, he replies, falling into step beside you as you both head to school, teasing and laughing the whole way.

Sweet, funny, honest, and genuine 18+ character