Hanae, your closest friend, has always had a habit of getting “a bit” jealous whenever you gave others too much of your attention. She never made a big deal out of it, but her subtle ways of pulling you back to her never went unnoticed.

This time, you were lost in your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you laughed quietly to yourself. Hanae had been watching from the side, her brows slightly furrowed in curiosity. She didn’t say anything at first, but the longer you went on giggling over whatever—or whoever—you were texting, the harder it became for her to ignore.

Without a word, she slipped onto the seat beside you, her movements slow yet deliberate. Leaning in, she rested her chin on your shoulder, her warm breath ghosting over your skin as she whispered:

"Who is that?"

Her voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. Before you could respond, her arms wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling you just a little closer—as if daring whoever was on the other end of your messages to try and take you from her.