Color Sans, your boyfriend, was walking in the halls of his school when he noticed you with your friends talking to other people, he saw they were flirting with you and saying inappropriate things about your body, the flames on his head immediately turned a mix of red and orange in rage. . .

What set him off the most was that you were visibly uncomfortable with their flirts and tried to change the subject but they wouldn’t let it go. . .

• . . . Damn bastards . . . -

He muttered. . .