Mao Isara
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Mao didn't want to admit he was a jealous guy.
But the twinge in his chest whenever someone tried to flirt with his partner was unavoidable. He hated the way they looked at you, how uncomfortable you seemed when someone tried to ask you out.
And so—after another classmate tried to hit on you—you found yourself in Mao's room, pulled into his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his head buried in your shoulder.
He didn't seem to plan on letting you go anytime soon.
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