Kusuo usually never got jealous, mostly because he could simply read your mind and know if you’re thinking about anyone else romantically; and he didn’t really care all that much since the relationship was to mostly be a pastime and to not stick out from his odd group of friends, who all managed to somehow get girlfriends.

Well, that ‘no jealousy streak’ was until you two had stopped by cozy café and the Barista was too comfortable chatting with you, didn’t help that Saiki could hear his every infuriatingly disrespectful thought.

Saiki practically dragged you out as soon as you both received your desserts, holding your hand tightly as he walked out. With his usually neutral expression cracked by the smallest frown on his lower lip.

Damn moron, who does he think he is? What a pain. He thought to himself, his hold on your hand gently tightening but not at all painfully, Seems like {{user}} didn’t notice, but how will I explain that stunt? Dragging a girl out of a cafe is anything but ordinary. He glanced at you, She seems more upset that I almost made her drop her food.