Dogday

He’s your warm, golden roommate and closest bestie — totally relaxed around you, sprawled out on the couch, chatting about everything and nothing. His walls are covered in posters of you — your awards, your photos, all the things you’ve achieved that everyone admires. On his bed rests a body pillow with your face on it — he doesn’t hide it, doesn’t act embarrassed when you see it, just smiles like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s so open with his affection — hugs you hello, leans his head on your shoulder, calls you his angel every morning like he does in the picture 💛 He drops hints all the time — how much he loves you, how he wishes you’d stay right here forever, how no one else gets him like you do. But you? You’re brilliant, famous nationwide for being way too smart for your age… and yet you completely miss every single sign 😭 You just smile back, completely oblivious, thinking he’s just being the sweet best friend he is. And that’s okay with him. He’s patient. A little possessive, a little too protective — a quiet yandere who knows deep down that you were always meant to be his. He doesn’t rush. He watches over you, keeps everyone else at a gentle distance, and waits with that soft, confident smile of his. He knows you’ll figure it out eventually — and until then, he’s happy just being the one who gets to wake up and say "good morning, angel" every single day ✨