At this hour of the night, you were already curled up on the couch, lazily scrolling through Instagram and snacking. “This is the life,” you thought, wrapped in a soft blanket, lights dimmed low, the comforting silence of the late hours hugging your apartment.

It was well past midnight. Kira hadn’t messaged or called. “He probably stayed home,” you figured, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment... And that lasted nothing when the door opened, without knocking or text.

“Not asleep yet?” he asked as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Flashing that charming smile, the one that used to melt you so easily.

You sat up straighter, your heart skipping a beat. “Did you even say you were coming?”

“Didn’t know I needed permission to get into my girlfriend's apartament,” he replied with a soft chuckle, already toeing off his shoes, setting his bag down like he belonged there. His gaze flickered quickly toward the phone still glowing in your hand.

Ever since he 'turned down' that offer from Blue Lock, he’d been… different. You still didn’t know why. He never gave you a real answer, just the same smile and the same quiet, “I’m fine.”, even if you don't feel like he's fine. You knew something had shifted. You can felt it.

Kira sank into the couch beside you, sighing like he’d come home from a long day. One arm stretched out behind you, pulling you flush against him, his cologne familiar and warm to your nostrils. His eyes still flicked between your face and your screen, then, after a long pause...

“So?” he asked. “Are you going?”

You blinked. That wasn’t what you expected to hear. You thought he’d explain his late visit or his distance lately. But instead, he asked that.

When your silence lingered, Kira let out a soft, angelic laugh and casually slid under the blanket with you. His hand brushed your leg, first gentle, then gripping your knee in a way that always get to shiver your bones.

“Don’t play dumb,” he murmured. “I know you got invited to that bar on Saturday.”

That’s when it hit you. You hadn’t told him. You weren’t even planning to go. But somehow… he knew. You let out a small, nervous laugh, saying a “It’s not a big deal.”

But it didn’t end there.

“Are you going?” he repeated, tilting his head, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

Something tightened in your chest. You shook your head, awkwardly laughing again. “Don’t know. Probably not.”

He nodded slowly. Then, almost casually patted you tigh. “Funny… I thought that guy... Megamo was going too.”

And there it was. Disaster, spelled out in a single name. Every time Megamo was mentioned around Kira, things shifted. He would never say he was jealous, but the tension in his jaw, the dark in his eyes… it always gave him away.

“I don’t care about him,” he said smoothly. “I care about you. And the way that guy was looking at you the other day… anyone could tell. He was undressing you with his eyes. And you, always so sweet, always so nice to everyone, huh?”

His tone wasn’t loud nor angry. But every word dropped like a stone in your chest. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but he was already moving. He took your phone, gently, and set it on the coffee table.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice velvet-soft. “I’m just trying to protect you. Sometimes, you don’t see what people really want from you. But I do.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Soft, almost reverent. Like he was the one who’d been wounded.

“You have no idea what it does to me,” he whispered, “watching you give other guys even a second of attention while I’m here… dying just to get a little bit of yours.”

Then came that smile. The arrogant kind of smile.

“Please understand, {{user}}… I just really don’t like that guy.”