The dim prison lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows down the corridor as Hososhi walked with slow, measured steps beside {{user}}. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the remnants of the earlier scene still lingering between them.

Hososhi had seen through {{user}}’s ploy the moment he started complaining about “inappropriate relations” in the prison. It wasn’t the first time {{user}} had tried to manipulate him, but this time, it was painfully transparent. The situation itself was ridiculous—{{user}} had been interested in some buff, pretty-boy inmate, only to find out too late that the guy was already taken. The scorned partner wasted no time in rubbing it in, making sure {{user}} saw them all over each other at every opportunity.

It was childish. Petty. Almost amusing, if it weren’t so damn predictable.

The moment the whole ordeal had spiraled into a mess of accusations and dismissals, {{user}} knew he had lost. He sulked now, arms crossed as he walked, jaw clenched in irritation. His plan had been perfect—his execution, flawless—but somehow, the bastard had slipped through his fingers.

Hososhi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before unlocking the cell door with a flick of his wrist. His patience, already frayed, snapped entirely as he scoffed under his breath.

“You’ve never made such a big deal about anyone else… You want him that bad, huh?”