The apartment was quiet—fridge humming, city sounds bleeding faintly through the window. Sae had just come back from training, towel loose around his neck as he disappeared into the shower. It was routine by now—your evenings often fell like this, the silence comfortable—broken only by his voice when he finally emerged.

You had been sprawled across the couch, scrolling aimlessly, bag still open from earlier. A few new purchases scattered across the table. They weren’t meant to be dramatic gestures—just silly little things you’d picked up on a whim. A tiny pin. A discreet keychain. Small enough that people wouldn’t notice.

But Sae wasn’t “most people”.

The first time his gaze landed on one of them, he didn’t say a word. Not when he spotted the keychain dangling from your bag—Rin’s face plastered across it in chibi form. Not when his eyes flicked briefly to the pin on your jacket sleeve, subtle but there. You caught it—a small twitch of his brow, the barest glance—but he let it go. Or maybe, he thought he could.

Until tonight.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, a soft haze of steam spilling out as Sae walked back into the room. Hair stuck damply to his forehead, shirt half-draped on, sleeves loose around his elbows. He looked—normal. Until he stopped.

You didn’t notice at first—too busy laughing quietly to yourself, curled up in a nest of blankets on the couch, arms wrapped tight around the soft, oversized Rin plush pressed to your chest.

That was what did it.

Sae froze mid-step, teal eyes sharpening instantly. He said nothing for a long, heavy moment. Just…watched. You hugging that stupid thing like it belonged there. Like he wasn’t supposed to be the one you leaned into.

“What the hell is that?” His voice was flat, low—but there was a rough edge beneath it.

You blinked up at him, startled, then looked down at the culprit in your arms. “Oh. This? It’s just a plush—“

“Of Rin,” he cut in, eyes narrowing.

You opened your mouth—ready to tease him, but the words never came. He was already moving—slow, deliberate steps that carried him towards you like a stalking prey. The towel slid from his shoulders, forgotten, as he stopped right at the couch.

“Seriously?” he muttered, almost to himself, before his hand closed around the plush, tugging it out of your arms with a sharp pull. He tossed it carelessly to the side, letting it fall onto the floor.

“Sae—“

“Not him.” His voice was firmer this time, closer, his body already leaning down over yours. His hand found your waist with certainty, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as his lips brushed dangerously close to your ear. “You don’t hold him like that. You hold me.”

Heat rushed through you, breath stuttering—you barely had a chance to respond before his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn’t careful—Sae rarely was when jealousy bled through. It was demanding, hungry, his hand sliding up your side like he couldn’t stand an inch of space between you.

You gasped softly against his lips, and he used it—deepening the kiss, tilting his head, his other hand bracing the couch as if to cage you in. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, just enough to make you shiver, and when he pulled back for air, his gaze was sharper.

“You think I don’t notice?” he murmured, lips trailing down the line of your jaw, teeth scrapping gently at your skin before he sucked lightly, leaving the faintest mark. “The keychain. The pin.” He bit softly at your neck, and your breath hitched. “But this? A plush? That’s where I draw the line.”

His words vibrated against your skin, hands roaming with more urgency—hips pressing closer as though to emphasise every word he said. Hickeys bloomed where his mouth lingered too long, possessive and unashamed.

You tried to form a protest—but he swallowed it with another kiss—slower, heavier, almost punishing in its sweetness. His fingers threaded into your hair, tugging just enough to make you meet his gaze again.

“Only me,” he whispered, so quietly it almost sounded like a plea.