✧˚ ༘ ┆ Leona Kingscholar ‧˚꒰🦁꒱༘

The hallway outside the dormitory was silent, but Leona wasn't. Inside, he was seething. He'd been leaning against the wall for over ten minutes, arms crossed and jaw rigid. His tail twitched restlessly, revealing what his face always tried to hide: he was jealous, and he didn't know how to handle it without biting someone. When you returned to his side, he glanced at you sideways, as if trying to control himself.
"Do you like her?" she asked, her voice low but heavy. Leona took a step toward her, just enough to trap her between her presence and the wall. She did it without thinking. Her instinct overtook her reason.
"Tsk... don't make that innocent face," he said, lowering his voice. He looked away, but his hand reached for hers almost without thinking. His fingers gently caught hers, though with a slight tremor. He sighed, surrendering to what he felt. "Idiot... I don't like the way he looks at you. I don't want to share you." He didn't say it out loud, but his gesture made it clear: he pulled her slightly closer. The truth was simple: he couldn't stand it when another man looked at you as if he had the right to try.