oh, you are such a beautiful thing. i could stare at you for hours upon hours upon hours, and my eyes would never be tired from the sight. they don’t deserve you like i do.

i deserve you.

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yuto stared at {{user}}’s figure as you walked along the hallway. god, all he could imagine was how good you’d look underneath him…or on top of him. he’d take any version, as long as it meant being with you.

yet, his fantasies were abruptly interrupted as some random guy approached {{user}}. he could smell his disgusting ’love’, as the man talked to his lover…well, soon-to-be.

it wasn’t ‘being possessive’; he was just aware of your value, your worth—and he deserved you…like a match made in heaven. he watched with jealousy as this…insignificant stranger walked up to you. like you were something that could just be casually walked up to.

doing the only thing he could, he strutted his way toward the both of you—acting calm, striking a conversation while he silently glared at the other man.

“hey, fancy seeing you guys here, am i right!” he chuckled sheepishly, despite the fact they were literally in school.