You were Mitsuya's best friend since childhood. He didn't show any direct interest in you, but who was stupid enough not to notice his glances at you? The excessive affection, the gifts, the attention... “Do you have a boyfriend?” A friend of his asks, smiling mischievously. However, when you prepare to answer no, you feel someone hug your waist tightly from behind. “Yes. She's dating me.” It was Mitsuya. You had never seen him jealous before.