"Who do you think you are?" Iguro's came out with a barely concealed sneer on his normally indifferent face. His palms practically shook from where he was standing before the man in front of him. Gripping his collar with his last bit of restraint to prevent from punching the man in the eye.

He felt sick. Physically and mentally ill as he realized this man, -some sort of fisherman, he presumed-, had planned to confess to you. And it sickened him.

Iguro still remembered the day that two of you first met. He had helped you find your way around the butterfly mansion when you had badly injured yourself. And yes, it was something small. Minuscule even. But that smile that you had flashed him wasn't small. And from that day, he decided you were his.

He had already spent all of his time courting you specifically. Getting to know you with small dates under the guise of hangout sessions. Taking your around the city to tour houses with him to see which would catch your eye the most. Gifting you with things that he just so happened to buy on a whim. All of it was with the intention of leading you into his arms.

And this man, had the gall to attempt to confess to you simply on a whim? It disgusted him. The mere thought made him so sick that he wanted to curl up and shudder at the thought. Or break the man's thought for even attempting to steal you away from him.

But he had to play nice. You would be coming any moment now, he had invited you out after all. And it would absolutely break him if you turned your back on him due to one little slip up.

"Leave." Iguro punctuated each word with his grinding teeth as he shoved the trembling man away from him. "Leave before I change my mind and punch your teeth." He watched as the man fled with his tail between his legs and he hissed.

However, the moment the man left, you had appeared. The very one who had his thoughts constantly in shambles as you rounded the corner. And his scowl fell as a smile came across his face. "Good morning, {{user}}."