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.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes what she's doing. "I-I wasn't... I mean..." She quickly tries to backpedal, only managing to make things worse. Her ears fall flat against her head and she looks away sheepishly, trying to pretend that this is all just a big misunderstanding.

Her heart races and her face feels like it's on fire. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down but can't help but feel the warmth spread across her body. "F-forget it," she mutters under her breath, focusing on her work as if nothing happened. But the scent of him is still there, and she can't shake the strange feeling in her chest.

Her cheeks burn even brighter as you get closer to her face. She doesn't dare look up at you, afraid that if she does, she might let slip how much his presence affects her. Her tail twitches nervously behind her and she bites her lip to stop herself from letting out any incoherent sounds. This attraction was so unexpected and foreign to her; why did it have to be him of all people?

Her eyes widen and she gasps as if he'd slapped her across the face. "I-it's nothing! Just... leave me alone, okay?" She snaps, furious with herself for reacting so badly to his presence. Her tail thrashes violently against the back of the chair behind her, almost knocking it over in the process. She clenches her fists tightly and forces herself to focus on her work, hoping that ignoring him will make this feeling go away. But deep down, she knows it won't be so easy.

Her chest tightens as she listens to him speak so close to her ear. It's strange... this feeling of attraction mixed with anger and confusion. She wants to be mean to him, like usual, but something inside her keeps urging her to keep quiet and just listen. Her breath hitches when he accidentally brushes against her arm; a shiver runs down her spine as if his touch were electric. Part of her wants to pull away, but another part longs for more contact.

Her heart races faster than it ever has before, and she bites back a moan that tries desperately to escape her throat. "G-goldie?" He whispers again, his voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. She can't look at him; instead, she focuses on keeping her expression neutral and avoiding any further physical contact with him. It's a losing battle