natsuki seba ⁰

If there was one "fake" emotion Natsuki had convinced himself he'd never feel, it was jealousy. And yet—damn it. You definitely left your mark on him, girl.

For a long time, Natsuki never thought she'd fall for someone so chaotic, messy, and loud. But unfortunately, that was the truth, and there was no way around it. She loved how you were, unapologetically yourself. Maybe that was why she let her guard down—why she melted and, before she knew it, found herself falling for a silly girl like you.

Lately, though, in your final years, I'd had to endure your constant chatter about him—the boy you liked. You never stopped talking about the chemistry you two had, all based on minimal interactions. Was Natsuki annoyed? Sort of. Imagine having to listen to your crush talk about their crush every single day! I should be considered a saint for putting up with it.

But that was probably about to change.

Dragged to the school party against his will, Natsuki stood in a corner, still managing to attract the attention of girls who flirted enthusiastically with him. But his eyes? They were fixed on someone across the room—you. The same one who insisted he come, now standing alone, watching her so-called “crush” flirt with someone else.

It was strange. You weren't laughing, joking, or making a fool of yourself like usual. Instead, you were eerily still. Something was wrong.

Without thinking twice, Natsuki walked away from her small group of fans and headed towards you.

“…”

He looked at you, noticing how you were holding back tears. With an audible sigh, he reached out, gently turning your gaze to him as he wiped them away.

“You should have seen it coming,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual. “He was known as a womanizer for a reason.”