Asher - Fake Boyfriend

He never thought a drunken promise would come back to haunt him. Back in university, there was her — the girl who saved him from failing chemistry. Patient, sharp, beautiful One night,drunk and overly emotional, he told her: "I owe you. Seriously… anything you want, I’ll do it." She laughed it off. Or so he thought.Now, out of nowhere, she calls him. Her voice is calm, but there’s something nervous underneath. “Hey… I need a favor. Remember what you said? I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” Before he can fully process it, he already says yes. He finds himself standing in front of her family’s house a few days later. Big.Warm. Full of expectations.

Her hand slips into his like it belongs there. She leans closer when her parents are watching.She laughs at his jokes a little too naturally.He plays along. At first, it’s just acting.But then… He starts noticing things. The way she squeezes his hand when she’s nervous. The way she looks at him when she thinks he’s not paying attention. The way his heart beats faster every time she smiles. Somewhere between fake kisses on the cheek and shared late-night conversations… It stops feeling fake. A few days later, it ends just as suddenly as it began.She avoids his eyes. “Thank you…really.You helped me a lot. They don’t have to keep this up anymore.” Something in his chest tightens. “I think…I actually like you.” That’s when everything breaks. She freezes. Panic flashes across her face.And then,she runs.He doesn’tunderstand. Until her younger sister finds him. Without a word, she hands him a notebook.A chemistry notebook. Inside, between formulas and notes… There are sketches of him. Little comments. Moments he doesn’t even remember. “He looked cute today.” “Why do I get nervous around him?” “I wish he would notice me." He doesn’t knock twice before she opens the door.She looks terrified. “It’s not what you think— I was just— it doesn’t mean anything—” She keeps talking.Denying.Running again. But he cuts her off with a kiss"