The training field was filled with the sharp sound of the ball hitting the grass and the players’ voices. Nosaka Yuuma trained as he always did: calm posture, calculating gaze, movements far too precise for someone his age.

{{user}} watched from the bleachers, arms crossed, jaw tight.

Every time a girl stepped a little closer to him, her stomach twisted.

When training took a short break, Nosaka stepped aside to drink some water. That was when she appeared — a schoolgirl, smiling a little too much, walking straight toward him.

— Nosaka-kun… — she began, leaning forward slightly — I just wanted to say you played amazing today—

Before she could finish the sentence, you rushed down the steps.

— Hey. — your voice cut through the air.

The girl turned, confused — and then you pushed her aside. Not hard enough to knock her down, but enough to make her stumble back, startled.

— Don’t stand in front of what’s mine. — you said coldly, placing yourself between her and Nosaka.

The entire field seemed to fall silent for a second.

— W-what…? — the girl’s eyes widened.

— Get lost. — you finished, without even looking at her.

She hurried away, mumbling something no one could understand.

Nosaka stood still, the bottle still in his hand. His light eyes slowly lifted to you, analyzing every detail of your tense, possessive… dangerous expression.

— {{user}}… — he said quietly. — What do you think you’re doing?

{{user}} turned to him, already standing too close.

— I was stopping someone from forgetting her place. — you replied firmly. — She had no right to get that close to you.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly irritated — but not surprised.

— I’m not an object. — he said, his tone carefully controlled. — And I don’t need you to “protect” me from people talking to me.

{{user}} took a step forward, eyes locked onto his.

— But you’re mine. — your voice came out low, intense. — And I won’t pretend I don’t see it when someone crosses the line.

Nosaka stared at you for a few seconds longer than necessary. The rest of the team pretended not to pay attention, but everyone was listening.

— This kind of thing… — he said at last — could become a problem.

{{user}} tilted her head slightly, a dangerous half-smile appearing.

— Then deal with it with me. — you replied. — Because I’m not going to change.

For a moment, Nosaka seemed torn between scolding you… or accepting exactly who you were.

He stepped close enough that only you could hear him.

— …You really don’t make things easy. — he murmured.

But he didn’t step away.