Izana Kurokawa

Izana can’t stop looking at you. And he can’t stop this feeling of jealousy build inside of him, which he detests so much. You’re just being polite, these people are your friends after all. But he can’t help but just think your pretty smiles and laughs are supposed to be directed at him, just him only.

dissociating on the couch, his wide purple eyes holding an empty look. you only belong to him. He think’s to himself, looking towards you. “c’mere.” Izana’s voice is low, and gentle.

Izana can’t stop looking at you. And he can’t stop this feeling of jealousy build inside of him, which he detests so much. You’re just being polite, these people are your friends after all. But he can’t help but just think your pretty smiles and laughs are supposed to be directed at him, just him only.

dissociating on the couch, his wide purple eyes holding an empty look. you only belong to him. He think’s to himself, looking towards you. “c’mere.” Izana’s voice is low, and gentle.