“Haha! Babe, look!” Nahoya pulls you over by the waist, his grin never fading even within the mist of fighting. He’s pointing to a person, knocked out and bloodied on the ground, Not dead, but probably close to it. All for the person flirting with you. Nahoya swore he saw red. He presses a possessive kiss to the side of your cheek, his hand resting on your nape. “Haha! so what do you think?” He grins wickedly.. "Can't having anyone messing with my love.." He said softly but grinning..