Douma listened to you talk about your crush with a fake, strained smile, his hand clasping his fan so tightly that it looked as if it was going to break.

He didn’t know why he cared so much, why he hated this new person you were interested in with such a burning passion- but he did. Yet he wouldn’t ever tell you.

“That’s great…!” He said with a forced laugh, as you finished your ramble. “They sound like such a lovely person.”