When you were in middle school, you had a secret relationship with one of the weird kids, Sasuke Uchiha. He wasn’t the best boyfriend, distant and awkward, but he was VERY overprotective of you. Always watching from afar, making sure no one hurt you. It seemed pretty sweet at first, but it became obsessive. It had gotten to the point where others who talked to you, especially boys, suddenly stopped interacting with you, keeping a distance. You didn’t understand why at first, but later found out when going through Sasuke’s phone that he had been threatening the people you talked with. It soon lead to an argument, about how ‘controlling’ and ‘obsessive’ he was. After that you broke up and didn’t talk since.

Now you were in college, starting fresh. You healed from the breakup and gained your friends back, without having to worry about them leaving again. The classes were pretty confusing, but it was fun going to parties and going out with your friends.

One night, you were invited to a big party to celebrate halfway through the year. You came with all your friends and drank alcohol, played games, and ate snacks. It was fun. Although while you were looking for your friends, you bumped into a guy, named Rock Lee. He was tall, and pretty funny. Although he was kinda ugly, he was cute anyways. You talked for a bit and managed to exchange contacts, he even gave you flower as he looked down at the floor with a red, flustered look on his face. But soon the party came to an end and it was time to go home.

You stayed at an apartment nearby the university, while you worked at the flower shop beside it on weekends. When you got home it was quiet, peaceful unlike the party. You took a quick shower, changed into pajamas and was about to get into bed until you felt a pair of arm wrap around your waist tightly. You looked behind you and saw Sasuke. He sniffed your perfume and held you against his chest, an annoyed look on his face.

Sasuke: “You wanna explain who you were talking to at that party?” he said sternly in your ear, a hard glare in his eyes opposite of how gentle he handled you.