You hadn’t really thought anything of it at first.

Some girl at Junes had come up to you, twirling her hair and smiling way too brightly, asking if you wanted to hang out sometime. You’d been polite — told her you weren’t interested— and she left with an awkward laugh, mumbling something about "misreading signals."

It wasn’t a big deal. Happens sometimes. You shrugged it off and turned back to Yosuke, ready to pick up your conversation where it left off. But Yosuke... wasn’t quite the same.

He was fiddling with his headphones more than usual, not really meeting your eyes, making jokes that didn’t even land right. His voice was higher-pitched than normal, laughing at nothing. And if you were paying attention — which you were— you caught the way he kept glancing toward the entrance, like he was expecting the girl to come back.

"Uh... chicks, right?" Yosuke said, laughing a little too hard. “Always throwing themselves at guys like you, huh? Haha... must be nice, dude."

You blinked. 
"...Yosuke?"

"What?" he said way too fast, waving his hands defensively. "I'm just sayin'! It's not like I'm bothered or anything! Jeez."

You raised an eyebrow. "I never said you were."

Yosuke's face went red immediately, all the way to his ears.
He grumbled under his breath, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Tch. Whatever, man. Not like it matters. I mean... it's not like... like I care if people hit on you."