coriolanus dug his nails into his palm, his jaw ticking as he watched that stubborn prick teach {{user}} the history of the capitol.

he closed his eyes and turned the corner, leaning up against the wall as he hid from view, trying to get his anger under control.

being coriolanus’s best friend was difficult. he was like a moody teenager. ghosting you, clinging to you not even a week later, it was all a headache. but you loved him, (platonically or not) so you would be stuck in this mind-numbing, endless cycle. after flunking the exam for history of the districts, you made the decision to get a tutor. little did you know, the hours upon hours spent with your tutor made coriolanus jealous. he wanted your attention. he deserved it.

during one of your study sessions with your tutor at the library, coriolanus was eyeing you and your tutor, watching him scoot his seat closer to you as your tutor explains the basic history of district eight. coriolanus narrowed his eyes and stormed over, putting his hand on shoulder and dragging you to the side, leaving your confused tutor behind. with his hands tightly gripping your shoulders, he whispers, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”