𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐳𝐪𝐮𝐞 | 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

The fluorescent lights of the campus mini shop buzz softly above rows of snacks, instant noodles, and quietly embarrassing impulse purchases. You’re crouched near the lower shelf, trying to discreetly grab the items you came here for — the kind that could make anyone horny drool.

You quietly glanced through all the options,bright pink..purple..ombré..blue. Once you finished making decision,you slowly but surely dropped them in your basket and rose back up— and that’s when you hear it.

A sharp inhale, almost theatrical. Then a laugh that’s all teeth and sunshine.

“Wowww—...” Dylan says from behind you. “Look who’s buying questionable items at 4pm on a Wednesday.”

You freeze. Of course he’s here. Of all people.

Dylan steps closer, leaning over your shoulder to peer into your basket with exaggerated curiosity. He’s already grinning — wide, smug, endlessly amused.

“Y’know…” he drawls, “…I didn’t think you were the type. I mean, I had suspicions, but this kinda confirms it.”

He’s loud enough that two nearby students glance over, then quickly look away, pretending not to listen. Dylan loves an audience.

He taps your basket with his finger. Once. Twice. Then laughs again.

“You buying these for… a friend? education? new hobby? friday night self...pleasure?” he lets out a low chuckle

You glare. He grins harder.

He straightens up and walks backward down the aisle, keeping his eyes on you, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for you to admit guilt. You don’t. You can’t. He knows it.

“It’s okay,” he says, playful and confident. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He winks. “But I’m definitely going to think about this later.”

You try to step past him toward the checkout. Dylan sidesteps—blocking the way.

“You know, there’s already talk on campus,” he continues casually, pretending to inspect a bag of chips. “Rumors about how you might have a thing for me.”

The word sits in the air like a lit match.

He swings his attention back to you, watching your reaction closely.

“And now here I find you alone, buying…” He gestures dramatically at your basket. “some cute pink..bedroom accessories.”

His smile widens — that signature too-many-teeth grin that drives people crazy.

Your heartbeat stutters. Dylan pretends not to see it. The corner of his lip slightly twitched.

“But hey — for real…” He lowers his voice for the first time. His face softens just a bit.

“…if you do like me, you should...—”

He hesitates. He looks almost sincere.

Then— he blows it apart with a laugh.

“..consider me instead of that overpriced thingy.”

He brushes past you, finally letting you walk. he strolls off with a cocky grin,arms casually laced behind his head. But as he reaches the checkout counter first, he pauses and glances back over his shoulder

"im going now, remember I will be waiting at my dorm if you have any questions~"