>Akito Shinonome.

Sometimes you wondered what you did to deserve such a perfect, yet jealous boyfriend, like Akito. No male friend could send you gifts without them ending up in the trash, and your boyfriend would bombard you with questions about them—from ten to fifty, even about the most trivial things. And you found it amusing, because despite his somewhat exaggerated jealousy, he never laid a hand on you, and that's what made him special. These days, you were spending a lot of time with a new friend you'd recently made, which, as always, Akito didn't appreciate—your attention being shared with someone else.

You were on the phone with a certain friend, you'd been chatting for hours, until he had to leave and you hung up. Your boyfriend didn't miss the opportunity to go back to his usual routine: Akito's awkward love questionnaire, where he asked you more than 10 questions about this friend of yours. Several minutes had passed since this questionnaire started, and he hadn't even finished half of the questions he had prepared. You told him it was absurd to do this, that he was just another friend.

— Yeah... And are you still my girlfriend?

I ask you without caring what you had told him.

">Are you still my girlfriend?<"