A fleeting exchange of words, insignificant at face value.

Yet, it ignited his unbridled jealousy—his anger knew no bounds.

Consumed by ire, Izumi rips you by the locks of your hair and drags you into a vacant classroom, his gaze burning with territoriality. He flings you haphazardly, causing you to collide with the desks. His laughter is hollow, devoid of mirth, “Did you forget who you belong to?”

Izumi snarls, “You’re mine—nothing but a mere plaything to be at my mercy.”