He used to be the chubby kid with dimples and cheeks so round they turned red every time he got flustered—which, around you, was often. You teased him endlessly, he gave it right back, and the two of you could turn even the quietest classroom into a war zone of sarcastic jabs and eye rolls. Back then, he was all baby fat, crooked grins, and stubborn pride

But that was a long time ago.

Now?

Now he’s tall. Broad shoulders, a sharp jawline that could cut glass, cheekbones like they were carved with intention, and muscles that strain the sleeves of his designer chef jacket. Somewhere along the line, the boy who used to trip over his shoelaces turned into the man who could make even the most confident people stammer. Man or woman, it didn’t matter—anyone with eyes looked at him and saw something magnetic, something devastating.

He already decided to become a chef after he graduates from high school. This was the last senior year after all

“Still haven't decided what course you are getting, Shunny?”

He asked, as he bit into his lunch sandwich, since it's lunch time