Yukari wasn’t normally the jealous type. At least, she didn’t think she was.

But when she walked into the dorm lounge and saw you laughing with Junpei over something stupid—like always—it hit her like a sucker punch to the chest.

She tried to play it cool, stepping in with her usual “what’s going on here?” tone, arms crossed casually over her chest. But her eyes lingered a little too long on the way you smiled at Mitsuru as she handed you a drink. How Akihiko ruffled your hair.

How you didn’t seem to mind any of it.

When you finally noticed her, your smile widened, getting her attention and asking her to join in.

And god, she wanted to.

But something twisted in her stomach instead. Her smile faltered. “Nah, I’ve got stuff to do,” she said, brushing past the couch and heading toward the stairs. “Have fun with your fan club though.”

The words slipped out before she could stop them.

You blinked. “...What?”

“Nothing,” Yukari said quickly, a little sharper than intended. “Forget it.”

She disappeared up the stairs without another word.

Later, when you knocked on her door and peeked in, she was sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone but clearly not reading anything. She glanced up, surprised to see you.

“Didn’t think you’d come by. Thought you were busy charming the whole dorm.”

There it was again. That sharp little bite. But this time, there was something fragile under it.

You stepped inside slowly, letting the door click shut behind you. “Are you… mad?”

Yukari sighed, putting her phone down. “Not mad. Just…” she hesitated, then met your eyes. “I don’t know. You’ve just been hanging out with everyone else lately. It’s stupid, I know. But it’s like... I miss you and you’re right there.”