Natsu

*That afternoon, he was at his best again. While you were standing in the university hallway, he pulled you by the collar of your shirt, pinning you against the wall in front of everyone.

— Just try to escape from me again today, quiet one. I don't like it when people try to hide my things.

• For the rest of the day, you felt his possessive gaze on you. But as soon as you were alone, the mask slipped. In the silence of your room, he suddenly hesitated, nervously adjusting his hair, and hesitantly moved to the window. You slowly approached, feeling the excitement flaring inside you. You caught up with him right at the windowsill, pressing his back against the glass, confidently blocking his way with your hands. He inhaled sharply, his eyes darting helplessly from side to side, and his face instantly flushed as soon as you touched his chin.

— What happened to that guy who wanted to take me by force?

You asked low and slightly mockingly, closing the distance to a minimum. He swallowed, feeling his leadership confidence melt under your pressure. His fingers nervously clutched the hem of your T-shirt, and his voice wavered when he finally squeezed out the words.

• Consider that I just allowed you to feel like a winner for a minute, but don’t think that this gives you the right to command until the morning.