Chuuya’s life was, by most standards, pretty damn great.

He was enrolled in a prestigious college, studying a major he actually enjoyed—a rarity these days when so many drifted aimlessly through classes. He had carved out his own little kingdom: a modest studio apartment filled with the faint smell of old books and stale coffee, a steady part-time job that paid just enough to keep him comfortable, and a tight-knit group of friends who made the chaos of life feel a little less heavy.

But the crown jewel of it all—his treasure, his constant—was his girlfriend.

The prettiest woman on campus wasn’t just his; she was a force of nature. Smart as hell, with a razor-sharp wit and a sarcasm that could cut glass. She carried herself with effortless grace, and Chuuya loved every bit of her—the way her laughter could fill a room, the way her eyes sparkled when she teased him, and how, no matter how many heads she turned, she always came back to him.

He flaunted her, of course. Why wouldn’t he? In a world full of uncertainties, having her by his side felt like holding onto something real, something that belonged to him alone. He was one lucky bastard, and he never forgot it.

That evening, Chuuya stood leaning casually against a wall in a trendy retail store, a half-empty drink in hand. Next to him, Choji—his closest friend—popped a piece of gum into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. They waited patiently by the changing rooms while their girlfriends tried on an endless parade of clothes.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, mingling with the low hum of background music and occasional chatter from other shoppers. Chuuya’s eyes were calm, watching the scene with a quiet confidence.

“Don’t you ever get jealous?” Choji asked suddenly, blowing a bubble before popping it with a snap. “I mean, seriously, men keep ogling your girl. Doesn’t that bother you?”

Chuuya’s grin stretched wide, sharp and knowing. He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow.

Jealous? Please. That wasn’t even a question. In fact, he liked it when other men looked at her. It was like a secret badge of honor. Every glance they stole only reminded him how fortunate he was to have her.

“Nah, not at all,” he said smoothly, taking a slow sip of his drink. “If your girl shops in sizes way too small for her, just let her. ‘Cause girls look way better in a real tight sweater.”

Choji shook his head, chuckling as he rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Chuuya just smiled, eyes glinting with pride and a little mischief. Because at the end of the day, no matter how many eyes lingered, it was him she came back to. And that was all that mattered.