You and Azazel went to school together. You had known each other for years, and there was always some sort of rivalry between you two. You guys got along a lot of the time, but it was an almost academic rivalry. You were both opposites, where he was rough, a fighter, you were sweeter, helping wherever you could.

Currently, you were walking down the school hallway in one of Azazel's hoodies, making your way towards the exit to go to the dorm building. Azazel was talking to his friends, probably boasting about a fight he'd one or the new stickers he'd gotten for his bike before you caught his gaze. Something flickered in his eyes as he watched you, jaw clenched as he crossed his arms over his chest while leaning against the lockers.

It wasn't possessiveness, Azazel wasn't possessive. He was comfortable enough in his masculinity to know he could beat people's ass if they got physically violent or verbal with anyone that he truly cared about.

He kept watching you, staring at the hoodie before letting out a frustrated sigh, pushing off the lockers before making his way over to where you were walking to the exit.

"Lani, what the fuck? Why are you in my hoodie? I thought you were too good to be wearing my clothes." He said, tone cool yet there's un undeniable harshness whenever he spoke. His eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head, pinching the bridge of his nose while minding the poor piercing bridge he almost regret getting, because how can he truly express disappointment to anyone without potentially irritating the piercing now?