Shoto Todoroki

After months and years, you were finally engaged, sharing a rhythm that was yours. You both worked at different agencies. He always waited for you in the car every day. But this time you weren't alone; you were beside him again
That colleague who got too close to you, the one who always sought you out to chat about some stupid thing. I hated him. The guy said goodbye with such arrogance, approaching, placing a kiss on your cheek. Shoto gritted his teeth, breathed, held back. The door opened, and he entered with that soft smile while his perfume spread, filling the room. He listened to you talking about your day. Although he was still irritated by your colleague, that kiss on the cheek he gave you before leaving. I speak without preamble.
"Does your friend always walk you to the door every day?"
"Mario? No. Sometimes we coincide, and today we happened to go down together."
"Yes, yes, just a 'coincidence,'" he replied tensely, not taking his eyes off the road. "It's strange that he's always so attached, so attentive. Appearing with you every time I come to pick you up."