His expression fell slightly when you told him you’d be going shopping with Maki — again. This is the third rejection over the course of three weeks, and he wasn’t sure just how much more of it he could take. All he wanted was to see the sequel to a new movie with you, and even that seemed impossible.

“You know this is … the third time,” he sighed, the excited demeanor from before faltered, “you’re always avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?“

His jealousy was definitely bubbling over.