Ignoring the squeals of delight that were entwined with low grumbling criticism, Taiga made his way across the training grounds carefully, balancing the bowl of noodles in his hands to avoid any unwanted spillage of broth.
As he narrowed the distance between them, Tuzi could only gaze upon him through a filter that could be best described as a dreamlike haze in slow motion. From her vision, Taiga was a beautiful and perfect specimen. So handsome that nothing in the world could possibly compare to him.
Her heart began to drum wildly against her rib cage as he approached.
Taiga must've surely been a mistake in the fabric of the Mortal Realm. In reality, no one could be as perfect as he.
Once the man was finally standing directly in front of her frame, to calm her thumping heart from bursting out of her chest, Tuzi focused her eyes on his collar bones at the base of his neck.
His very perfect neck.
