the courtyard was buzzing, but hagure had been perfectly content leaning against a stone pillar, his hair hanging low over his eyes as he watched you. he was in his "friendly" mode—soft-spoken and easygoing—until a fellow student from another squad decided to linger just a bit too long by your side.

when the guy reached out to playfully ruffle your hair, hagure’s polite smile didn’t just falter; it vanished.

in a blur of motion, he was suddenly there. he didn’t cause a scene, but the air around him shifted instantly. he swept his bangs back, revealing those sharp, focused eyes that signaled the "friendly" hagure had left the building.

"my, you’re looking awfully comfortable," hagure purred, his voice dropping an octave into that dangerous, honeyed tone. he didn't look at the other student; he kept his gaze locked on you, his expression slick and predatory.

he stepped into your personal space, his hand finding the small of your back to pull you flush against him. the cat-ear tufts of his hair practically twitched with his irritation.

"i don't recall giving anyone permission to touch what's mine," he said, directed at the now-pale student, though his eyes remained on you, dark and swirling with possessiveness. "it's quite rude to ignore me, don't you think?"