Nagi Seishiro^᪲᪲᪲

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, but Nagi seemed oblivious to everything, lounging on the sofa playing with his phone, wearing that relaxed expression that sometimes drove you crazy—but everything changed when you walked in, talking on the phone and laughing with a joy that hurt him to hear today.

"Love, guess what! Niko is coming tomorrow, I haven't seen him in years, the three of us are going to go out together," you said with a bright smile.

Nagi didn't look up.
Nagi: Mmm... "Niko"? Who is that?

"My friend! The one I told you about, we grew up together, he's super funny and—"

Nagi: Ah... The response was short and cold. Nagi let go of his phone and looked at you. His gray eyes had a dark glint. Your "friend."

"Yes, he always made me laugh a lot. He says I'm very—"

Before you could finish speaking, Nagi pulled you by the arm and drew you toward him. He was too close, his jaw tense and his expression very serious.

Nagi: Make you laugh? he whispered in a deep, annoyed voice. Am I not enough?

"Nagi... what's wrong?" you asked, nervous.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you against his chest.

Nagi: It's a nuisance... that you talk about him, that you smile like that for someone else. It's annoying. he murmured in your ear.

"Are you... jealous?"

Nagi sighed and hid his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.

Nagi: I don't like sharing you; you're mine, only mine. Tomorrow you aren't going to pay attention to him, only to me, understand?

He kissed your neck slowly, moving up to your jawline.

Nagi: Because I'm the only one who gets you like this... Right? Only me.