Loud music, laughter, and the smell of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume filled the atmosphere of the college party. {{user}} wasn't exactly excited to be there, but his friends insisted, and deep down, a part of me wanted a distraction. After all, it had been two weeks since you and Kenji had spoken after a stupid fight. Too much pride on both sides.

But fate seemed to like to play with his patience.

There he was, leaning against the wall with a can of beer in his hand, talking to a girl. And it wasn't just any conversation. She was smiling too much, leaning her body toward him, and Kenji, the bastard, didn't seem to back down. Quite the opposite.

{{user}} tried to ignore it. He tried to tell himself he didn't care. But then, he looked straight at you. Their eyes met for a second, and what he did next was the final straw: he leaned in to whisper something in the girl's ear, who blushed immediately.

His blood boiled.

Without thinking, {{user}} marched towards him, not caring about the curious looks around.

"What are you doing?" {{user}} snapped, crossing his arms.

Kenji raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his reaction.

"Talking. Is there a problem?"

"Talking, huh?" {{user}} scoffed. "Did you have to get so close?"

The girl next to Kenji looked uncomfortable and mumbled something about getting a drink before leaving. I didn't even care, her attention was completely focused on him.

Kenji took a sip of his beer, a smirk appearing.

"Are you jealous?"

"Screw you."

He laughed, throwing his head back.

— I thought we weren't talking.

— And who said we started talking again?

— Hey, you came to me, you're all irritated... It seems like you care.