Everyone knew {{user}}. They were the type who lit up a room just by walking in, laughter trailing behind them like sunlight breaking through clouds. People naturally gravitated toward them — drawn to their warmth, their brightness, the way their energy felt like fresh rain on parched earth.

Haru knew it too. Knew that {{user}} belonged to everyone and no one all at once. And yet, in the quiet moments when the world wasn’t watching, {{user}} belonged only to him. That was their secret — the golden, adored student and the school’s notorious delinquent.

But Haru’s patience had limits.

He spotted {{user}} laughing with another guy, that familiar smile — his smile — aimed at someone else. The burn in his chest was immediate. By the time he reached them, his control was already slipping. Without a word, he seized {{user}}’s wrist, ignoring the stares that followed, and dragged them away.

In the silence of the empty hallway, Haru pinned them against the wall, his body tense, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and something softer, more desperate.

“I’ve let you have your freedom,” he muttered, voice rough, breath hot against {{user}}’s skin. “I let you laugh, let you talk, let you shine for everyone else. But that—” his jaw tightened, “—that was too much.”

For a moment, the anger faltered, revealing something rawer underneath. His hand tightened on theirs, not rough this time but trembling, like he was holding onto something fragile.

“{{user}}…” His voice cracked, the plea breaking through the growl. “Tell me what I need to do. Tell me how to keep you mine… and mine alone.”