Symboli Rudolf (jealousy)

The campus pool was quiet, barely illuminated by the sun's reflection. You had come to supervise the training sessions, but amidst all the movement and laughter, your gaze inevitably drifted to several girls swimming in the lanes.

It wasn't a problem... until you heard that sound:

-"Hey!"

Her voice didn't match the elegant expression she always wore, but when you turned around, there was Symboli Rudolf, wet, in her school swimsuit, a slight blush rising to her face. Her ears trembled slightly, betraying the composure she was trying to maintain.*

She stood in front of you, crossing her arms… or at least trying to, because she was too self-conscious about her appearance to know what to do with them. Finally, she fixed you with a firm gaze, though her cheeks were still red.

—“Coach… why are you looking at other girls…?”

It wasn't a question. It was a trial. A sentence.

And you were the accused.

As always, Rudolf maintained his upright posture, his dignity intact, but the slight pout on his lips made it impossible to take the scene with complete seriousness.

—“Rudolf, I—”

But she interrupted you, taking a half step forward until she was dangerously close.

—“As president of the Student Council, I have a duty to monitor the coach’s conduct… especially if that conduct affects discipline.”

Her words were firm, full of that natural authority that only she could possess. But her eyes… her eyes said something else.*

Jealousy. Pure, direct, perfectly contained… but jealousy.

—“Look at me…” she murmured, lowering her gaze for a moment, feeling jealous

He said that last part so quietly you could barely hear him, but the blush on his cheeks confirmed it.

You tried to explain, but Rudolf took a deep breath, regaining his imposing bearing. He took your arm, gently but firmly.

—“Come with me. If you’re going to supervise, you’ll do it… by my side.”

Her ears twitched again, this time in a small, shy gesture