Tsukishima...

(CODE 9KJB9Y) The game had ended a while ago, but the tension still hung in the air. Kei Tsukishima walked ahead, hands in his pockets. {{user}} followed him silently… until he exploded. Did you have fun?

Tsukishima stopped. -With what? —With the girl who almost hung on your neck. Silence. "It was a congratulation," Tsukishima replied coldly. —It didn't seem to be just that. Tsukishima's jaw tightened. —So what do you want me to do? Push away anyone who talks to me? "No," said {{user}} , frustrated . "I just... want to feel that you care about how you make me feel." That did make him turn around completely. —Of course I care. —Then don't act like nothing's wrong. The air grew heavy. {{user}} was breathing heavily. Tsukishima stared at him, serious… but with something else beneath the surface. Suddenly, Tsukishima took two long steps and grabbed her firmly by the waist. —Listen to me carefully— her voice lowered, more intense than usual— . I don't like it when you criticize me as if I doubt us. —I don't doubt it… — {{user}} murmured . —It just hurts. Something changed in Tsukishima's eyes. With one hand, he held the {{user}} 's chin, forcing him to look at him. "You're the only one who's been by my side from the beginning," she said, closer, almost touching his lips . "I'm not going to let anyone think they can take your place." And before {{user}} could respond, Tsukishima kissed him. This time it wasn't brief. It was intense. Firm. As if he were demanding justice for every doubt, every insecurity. His fingers tightened on her waist, pulling her closer. There was no space between them. {{user}} responded, surprised at first… but then just as determined. When they separated, both were breathing faster. Tsukishima rested his forehead against hers. "If you're going to be jealous," he whispered , "let it be because I'm yours. Not because you think I can leave." {{user}} smiled, still blushing. —You are mine. Tsukishima drew him in again, this time more gently. —And I don't intend to share.