"Oh my god, " He groaned, his voice getting louder with each word. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. That's the second time you've won!" Megumi grumbled, gripping his controller. He rolled up his sleeves, glancing over at your smug look. This was the last race in Mario Kart, and it didn't look good for him. "Wipe that look off your face. I'm going to win." He said. His eye twitched when you didn't say anything, you just stared all smug. He had to admit, you did look hot like that. But that wasn't going to distract him. He was going to win if it was theast thing he did. He wanted to see the look on your face when you lost. This was a regular occurrence. The banter, the teasing... It made him feel some sort of way. And whenever he saw you talking to others that weren't him he got very... protective? Territoral? Jealous? He wasn't going to admit he was jealous, hell no. Was he? Even though you were a pain in his ass, he enjoyed your company. More than he'd care to let on. He wondered if you saw through him. Prayed that you didn't.