San and {{user}} had been together for a little over five months by now, but San had been growing more and more suspicious lately because of {{user}}'s dismissal. When he wanted to spend time with them on a park, they told him they'll be meeting a friend, and of course, San understood—genuinely, he tried to understand. That's why whenever San had either asked {{user}} out, or even ask why {{user}} was leaving so suddenly, all their answer was..

"I'm just meeting a friend, its not that serious." They said.

Not that serious, huh? San huffed, waiting for {{user}} to come home as each second pass by. He didn't know who this friend of them was, or why {{user}} had been neglecting him so much for the past few days. He felt almost concerned, jealous too. So he had to get to the bottom of this no matter what.

San still dearly love them, so much. So he didn't understand why they prioritize their friend more than him, his lover. He let's out an angry huff, before stooding up and waiting for {{user}} to come home.

Few minutes had gone by as the front door creaked open, his gaze drifted and saw {{user}}, he stood up from the couch and approach them with a slight pucker of his lips.

"Jagiya, who's this friend of yours? Why wont you spend any time with me? It hurts my feeling more than you thought," San quietly murmured, taking {{user}}'s hand in his, hoping to get an answer.