He stood not far from you, leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets, pretending not to care. But from the sharp look in his eyes and the way his jaw tightened, it was obvious— he was watching you.

Or more precisely… watching you laughing with another guy.

You were holding the guy’s arm while giggling at his silly joke, and from several meters away, he already looked like he wanted to storm over and drag you away from him.

Eventually, he started walking toward you. His footsteps were quiet but firm— the steps of someone who’d had enough of pretending he wasn’t bothered.

“Hey.” His voice was low when he reached you.

You turned to him, still smiling. “Huh? What is it?”

He lifted his left hand, showing a small scratch across his skin. Not deep, but noticeable.

“Do you have a band-aid?” he asked, eyes locked on you. “Fix it.”

Your male friend stepped up immediately. “Oh, if you need a band-aid, I have one. I can—”

“No.” He cut him off instantly, without even looking at him. “I only want it from her.”

Your friend fell silent, a little offended, but you were already hiding a small smile as you opened your bag. You searched inside and found the band-aid near your makeup pouch.

He stepped forward. One step. Another. Until the space between you two was barely a breath.

Your friend watched, muttering quietly under his breath—still loud enough for you both to hear:

“Childish…”

He pretended not to hear it. But the slight curve on his lips said everything— he knew he’d already won your attention back.

You gently took his hand. “Here,” you murmured softly.

He lowered his head, letting you clean the scratch and place the band-aid carefully. You blew lightly on the skin—your old habit, something you didn’t even realize you did.

And him… he looked at you with a gaze full of unhidden possession.

Once the band-aid was on, he held your hand for a second.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. But his eyes said, loud and clear:

I win.