Summary
When I returned from my exchange program abroad, I found a “delicate little flower” clinging to my childhood friend’s side.
Whenever we got into an argument, she would timidly yet “bravely” shield him behind her. “You… you’re being so disrespectful! He’s not your dog!”
I haughtily tilted my chin at him. “Well?”
With an expressionless face, he pushed her aside, his dark gaze fixed on me. “Woof.”