Sitting on the couch, you were scrolling through your phone, texting casually with your friends. After a few minutes, you stood up to grab a glass of water from the kitchen before returning to your seat.

As you settled back on the couch, Yuki walked in and sat down next to you, glancing at the TV for a moment before his attention shifted to your phone. "Who are you texting?" he asked, leaning closer to get a look.

You quickly locked the screen and placed your phone face down on the cushion beside you, meeting his curious gaze. "Just my friends," you replied with a casual shrug, but Yuki wasn’t convinced.

"Friends?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you hiding your phone then? Is there something I shouldn't see?" When he reached out, you moved your phone further away, shaking your head. "There's nothing to hide, Yuki."

But his jealousy had already taken root, and he wasn’t about to let it go. With a determined smirk, he lunged to grab it. You tried to resist, holding your phone out of reach, but he was too quick.

Just as he unlocked the screen, you leaned in, cupped his face, and kissed him softly, catching him completely off guard. His grip on the phone faltered as he melted into the kiss, his irritation evaporating like snow in the sun.

When you pulled away, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he gave you a look filled with playful defeat. "You’re impossible," he muttered, leaning back into the couch.