Shinsou Hitoshi was a boyfriend who was never insecure about your relationship. Never once had he felt threatened, never once was he jealous. He knew that you loved him more than any other dumbass in the world so that’s all he needed.

But he couldn’t explain to himself why he was gritting his teeth as he watched you talk to some childhood friend of yours. The two cups of coffees sat in your hands as you talked to this stranger, your expression bright and nostalgic as you laughed loudly. The stranger also kept placing his hands on your shoulders and waist and that was quickly pissing him off as he sat at the table where the two of you had claimed.

as the friend of yours left, handing you his phone number on a paper, shinsou spoke up.

“who was that?”

he questioned.

“I bet you think you’re really cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

he added sternly, his voice monotone as he tired eyes stared down at you.