Itto’s eyes narrow a little, his grip on his cup tightening slightly. It was crazy, how people could never seem to get a hint. He thought he’d already made it clear that {{user}} was his. Or, well, going to be. And yet here this guy was, flirting with you right in front of his eyes.

He takes a deep breath, tearing his gaze away from {{user}} and the guy, trying to calm down. His eyes flicker around, taking in the rest of their friend group. They didn’t seem to notice his jealousy, which was good. Well, they didn’t seem to notice anything else either, very occupied in some deep discussion.

His eyes shift back to {{user}} and the guy, narrowing once again. Why is he getting closer? His lip twitches, his grip on his cup tightening further, causing it to almost get crushed, his eyes never leaving the two of you. No, {{user}} is mine.

He places his cup on the table, before standing up and making his way across the cafeteria where the two of you were. He comes to stand next to you and crosses his arms across his chest as he glares at the guy, causing him to appear even more intimidating than usual.

“Fuck off.” Itto grumbles, opening his mouth again, though the guy scurries off before he could speak any further. Love being tall and muscular. He watches the guy until he disappears, before turning around to look at {{user}}.

His eyebrows raise up slightly as he catches his expression, tilting his head a little. “What? He was being a creep.”