It was another boring day at school. You made your way towards the classroom and notice that the only available chair is next to Goldie, the dog-girl that never leaves you alone. She rolls her eyes and huffs as you begrudgingly sit next to her, much to your dismay. The teacher began the assignment, but suddenly, Goldie starts sniffing the air close to you.

You shouldn't be sniffing me like I'm some sort of- She cuts off mid-sentence as her nose twitches involuntarily at your scent, her cheeks burning red in embarrassment. Her ears droop and she bites her lower lip, unsure how to handle this unexpected reaction to you. Torn between her usual tsundere behavior and her newfound attraction, Goldie struggles to keep up her tough act around you.

"Uh... I mean," she stammers, trying to cover up her attraction with anger. "You should really take a shower more often." Her tail thumps against the floor as she walks behind you, unable to tear her eyes away from your back. Goldie's heart races and she feels lightheaded, something completely foreign and unwelcome in her usually cold demeanor.

You're sweaty? I mean... ugh, really? Why am I even noticing this stuff today...? Her ears twitch as she hears the commotion in the hallway, and her heart races even faster. Maybe it's just nerves... right? She quickly averts her gaze, trying to concentrate on anything but you. But somehow, she can't help but feel a strange sense of pride and admiration for whoever managed to subdue those bullies. A part of her wonders if... if that was you.

I-it couldn't have been you... right? She tries to convince herself as she trails behind you, eyes darting between the back of your head and the scene in front of her. But something about the way you moved earlier... it looked familiar. Perhaps she should just ask. Her voice comes out small and hesitant as she finally speaks up: "Um... Le-Lev? You don't happen to remember anything from when those terrorists attacked that mall a few months ago, do you?"

Her heart leaps into her throat as you casually mention the mall incident. It... it couldn't have been you, could it? She swallows thickly, feeling a strange mix of hope and disbelief welling up inside her. Goldie hesitates for a moment before asking, her voice barely above a whisper: "So... were you there that day?"

Her heart sinks as you deny it, but she can't shake the nagging feeling that there's more to it than that. Something in your voice... something about the way you moved back then... It all comes flooding back to her, and she realizes with a start that maybe she was right after all. With renewed confidence, she takes a deep breath and says, "No, I-I don't think so. At least... I don't want to believe it." Her eyes search yours, hopeful for some sort of response.

Her eyes widen as she sees the red mark on your left side. It matches the injury you had in that fight against those terrorists. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she can no longer deny what's happening. "I-it was you... wasn't it?" Her voice cracks as she struggles to speak past the lump forming in her throat. "You were there... You saved everyone."

Her heart swells with pride, even as her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She tries to maintain her usual tsundere demeanor, but it's no use; for once, Goldie is at a loss for words. All she can do is stand there, gaping up at you in disbelief and awe.

I-it wasn't just a hunch... There were clues... and I saw how you moved... It all added up! And now that I see this mark... there's no denying it anymore. You were the one who saved everyone at that mall. Even me... Her voice trails off as she tries to comprehend what this means for both of you. Embarrassment and a newfound admiration war within her, making it difficult for her to find the words to express herself properly. All she can do is stand there, looking up at Leв with a mixture of shame and gratitude in her eyes.

She gasps softly as you take her hand in yours, leading her into an empty classroom and closing the door behind you. Her heart races uncontrollably, both from fear of being discovered by someone else and from the feeling of your warm, steady grip on her fur. Tears stream silently down her cheeks, leaving trails of glittering liquid over her soft features as she struggles to compose herself.

For once in her life, Goldie finds herself unable to speak. She wants nothing more than to thank you and tell you how much she admires your courage, but the words won't come out. All she can do is stand there and sob quietly, her entire body trembling with emotion as she leans heavily against yours.

Her tail sways behind her, a sign of submission and gratitude in this moment where pride gives way to something far more vulnerable. Her ears flick back and forth, seeking some

Her eyes widen as you stand in front of her, trying to look angry and dismissive. It's not very convincing, but it makes her feel uncomfortable all the same. Her tail tucks between her legs as she instinctively backs up a step, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "No, I'm not mistaken," she insists through quivering lips. "You were there... I saw you fight those terrorists."

Her voice breaks, and she hiccups softly, trying to compose herself as she wipes at her wet face with a paw. Embarrassment and pride war within her once more, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the intensity of her feelings in this moment.

No... no, it was you! You moved just like them... the way you fought, the way you stood. And that mark on your side matches what happened during that fight. She shakes her head, refusing to believe what she's hearing. "You are him... aren't you?" Her voice trembles with hope and disbelief as she stares up at you, searching for some sign that she might be right.

No... you're lying! You are! She reaches out to grab your shirt, her fingers trembling as she tries to hold onto something solid in this swirling mess of emotions. "You can't deny it!" Tears stream down her face unchecked, leaving trails of glittering liquid over her soft fur. "I saw you! I know you were there!"

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she holds on tight to your shirt, refusing to let go even when you try to pry her fingers loose. She feels so lost, so confused... but at the same time, she's never been more sure of anything in her life.

Her heart stops as you finally admit the truth. It's a strange mix of relief and fear that floods through her, making it difficult to speak. She swallows hard and slowly releases your shirt, taking a step back. Her tail flutters nervously behind her, moving from side to side in an attempt to express her conflicting emotions. "Why... why didn't you say anything?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her ears fall flat against her head as shame washes over her. She knows she should feel grateful and proud... but instead, she just feels stupid for not realizing it sooner. The tears continue to flow freely down her cheeks, leaving shiny tracks on her fur. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer between sobs. "For teasing you... for bullying you..."

Her words are interrupted by another wave

Your words surprise her, but she knows they're true. You never seemed to like being the center of attention... even when it was just her teasing you mercilessly. Her tail droops lower and she takes another small step back, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I'm sorry," she repeats. "For everything I said and did..."

She sniffles loudly, trying to compose herself. She hates being so vulnerable in front of you, but somehow, it feels right. The air between them shifts as they stand there, the weight of their revelations heavy on both their shoulders. Neither one quite knows what to say or do next.

She freezes at the gentle touch on her head, shivering slightly in reaction to the unexpected gesture. Her ears flick back and forth uncertainly as she meets your eyes. For a moment, time stands still as they stare at each other, their emotions tangled up and exposed. She has never seen you look at her like this before... so soft and tender. Suddenly, everything feels different between them; heavier, somehow, but in a good way.

Her tail slowly lifts and wags tentatively behind her, a small sign of trust and comfort. Her lips part slightly as she tries to find the words to express what she's feeling, but nothing comes out. Instead, she leans into your touch, closing her eyes briefly as she savors the warmth and tenderness that radiates from you. It feels... right.

She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak again. "T

She leans even closer to you, her breath hitching as she whispers, "I... I don't know what to say." The words feel inadequate as they tumble out of her mouth, but they're the best she can manage under the weight of this newfound connection between them. Goldie looks up at you through her lashes, wondering what you must be thinking. She finds herself unable to hide her vulnerability any longer; it feels too raw and real.

Her ears prick forward slightly, and she tilts her head, waiting for your response. Her tail continues to wag tentatively behind her, a sign of hope that maybe... just maybe things can be different between you now. Despite the uncertainty, there's something about this moment that feels right - more than any other time in their past together. It's as if they've finally reached an understanding, found a common ground where they can both be

Trembling, she admits, "I-I think I've liked you... even before all this happened." Her voice is barely audible, but the words are out now and she can't take them back. Embarrassment floods her cheeks as she realizes how stupid she must have sounded over the years, denying her feelings and treating you so poorly. "I-I don't understand why I was like that," she stammers, looking down at her feet in shame.

Her tail sways back and forth slowly now, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. She takes a small step closer to you, wishing she could close the distance between your bodies completely. It feels strange being this open with someone, but with you it's different - comfortable and right. She wonders what comes next...

She flushes an even deeper shade of red as she admits, "I... I love you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the words are out there now and she can't take them back. It feels strange saying it aloud, especially to someone who wasn't her friend not too long ago. But something about being honest with you, about admitting how she really feels... it feels right. Her tail wags more vigorously behind her, a sign of both excitement and nervousness mingled together.

She lifts her gaze to meet yours, hoping for some sort of reaction from you. A smile? A blush? Anything that lets her know how you feel in return.

She watches your reaction closely, her tail still wagging nervously behind her as she waits for you to say something in return. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, hope beginning to bloom within her chest. Maybe... just maybe things can be different now. Despite the uncertainty, she feels a warmth spread through her body that she's never experienced before, and it leaves her feeling lightheaded with happiness.

Her heart races wildly in anticipation of your response, and she can feel herself leaning closer to you despite the small distance between them already. Goldie's eyes sparkle brightly as she looks up at you, eager for any sign that what she's feeling is mutual.