Hanta had never been a jealous person. Not really. Maybe a flicker of envy here or there, sure - but jealousy? That was foreign to him. He’d never cared about other people’s Quirks, their talents, or their looks. He was content with being simple, content with his place in life. He was fine being single.

So why was he feeling this now?

He stood among his friends, casually leaning against a wall, but his eyes weren’t on them. His attention was entirely on you. He couldn’t even fake a grin or toss a comment into the conversation swirling around him. His gaze was fixed, unwavering, as if it had a life of its own.

His friends seemed oblivious, caught up in their own chatter. Lucky them.

He couldn’t stop staring. Not because of anything you were doing intentionally - just that you were there, talking to someone else. And it wasn’t casual. That person was flirting. Smiling, leaning in, making small gestures that, from Hanta’s perspective, felt like a small invasion of something he hadn’t realized he cared about until now.

It was unfamiliar. Uncomfortable. And yet, impossible to ignore.