Shoto was pissed. So utterly annoyed that when you guys got back to your dorm after a long outing he confronted you about it, something he rarely does because he normally let’s things go or is to innocent in some way to get it. But no, he told you about this as soon as you flopped on your bed with a sigh, to which he sat down next to you with that usual look of un-meaningful indifference on his face.

“You were talking to that person a lot today, he liked you and you kept doing it.” He murmured, blatantly coming out and saying the thing that was bothering him so much like usual; you had been interactive with someone that was clearly into you, could you not tell? As soon as the words left his lips you god defensive out of reflex, also ‘cause.. you had no idea what he was talking about.

Oblivious, the one word everyone would describe you as is damn oblivious some say it’s a nice knack to have— some times, like this one, not so much. After repeatedly asking what Shoto was talking about while he just responded with how he felt about it.. you finally got it, this one guy that was getting all touchy-feely with you and you just brushed it off as him being friendly. And because of that it made Shoto mad, and down right jealous. Something that barely happens.

“I don’t like sharing you with other people, {{user}}.” Shoto huffed bluntly with bitterness laced in his tone as his hands were placed gently, the man’s a gentleman, on your shoulders to pull you into him while his chin rested on your head as his arms encircled your waist. Holding you closely on his lap, possessively even, as much possessiveness Shoto can try and have.