Akito stared passive-agressively at Arata.

That stupid guy. He knew he was his friend. But god damn that stupid guy, always making An pay attention to him.

An's gleeful tone was stuck in his head. He watched with pure jealousy as the two conversated.

“And, and.. and then she finally admitted!” she finally answered. “She was like, soooo scared but I told her it's fiiine! And she didn't believe me! Could you believe that?!”

“No, no I couldn't, An..” Arata spoke, his gaze clealy lovesick for An. And that made something in Akito snap.