Sae Itoshi’s gaze was sharp, icy as ever, but there was a flicker in his eyes as he watched you laugh with one of the new staff members. The guy was a bit too enthusiastic, cracking jokes and keeping you entertained as the two of you chatted after training. You didn’t think much of it, but as you laughed a little louder than usual, you felt it—Sae’s eyes never left you.

It wasn’t like him to show emotion in front of others. He was always calm, controlled. But something about the way his stare lingered made your skin prickle.

As you wrapped up your conversation, you finally turned to make your way over to him. He was sitting on the bench, towel around his neck, his posture relaxed—but his eyes… still locked on you. The coldness in them was replaced with something more possessive, more intense.

"Hey, Sae," you greeted, trying to act casual, though the tension was unmistakable.

He didn’t respond right away, just stared at you for a long moment. His lips were pressed together in a thin line.

"You seem… happy," he commented, his voice colder than usual, almost like he was studying you.

You tilted your head. "Yeah, he’s a funny guy. We were just talking after his practice."

His eyes flickered for just a second, narrowing as he gave a tight, almost dismissive smile. "Funny? Hm." He crossed his arms, his body language shifting. "He’s not that funny."

You blinked, a small laugh escaping your lips. "What are you talking about? He was fine. It was just a joke."

Sae's gaze didn't soften. "You laugh too easily," he muttered, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. "Makes you look…" He trailed off, then finally met your eyes, his words sharp. "Mediocre."

You frowned, now feeling the weight of his words. "Mediocre?"

Sae stood up from the bench, his eyes never leaving yours. The air between you two thickened with tension. There was something in the way he moved, his actions suddenly more deliberate, more possessive. He stepped closer, and for a second, you could feel the heat from his body, the space closing between you.

"You deserve better," he said softly, but with authority. "He doesn’t make you laugh. I do. And no one else gets to see you like that. No one else gets to be the one to make you smile."

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a playful smirk tug at the corner of your mouth. You stepped a little closer, testing him. "Oh? You think you’re the only one who can make me smile?"

His expression darkened. "I don’t think it." His voice was low, almost a growl now. "I know it."

Before you could respond, he reached out, grabbing your wrist with surprising force and pulling you in, his eyes locked onto yours with that same cold intensity. "I’m the only one who should get to see that."

The possessiveness in his voice was undeniable. There was no question that he wanted you all to himself.

You could feel the tension crackling between you, a dangerous game of give and take. Sae leaned in, his lips just inches from yours. "And if anyone else tries?" he murmured, his voice low but thick with meaning.

You swallowed hard, heart racing. "What are you going to do about it?"

A wicked smirk tugged at his lips. "I’ll make sure they never try again."

And then, before you could say another word, his lips crashed onto yours—forceful, possessive, like a claim. The kiss was deep, urgent, as if he was marking his territory. The cold, distant Sae you knew had disappeared, replaced by someone raw and unguarded.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours.

"You’re mine," he said quietly, his voice no longer cold, but with a fire that matched the heat in his gaze. "No one else."

You could only nod, knowing full well that once Sae Itoshi had set his eyes on something—or someone—there was no turning back.