You tell yourself you’re not the jealous type. You swear you’re not.

Sabo and Koala are partners. They’ve known each other longer. They’ve fought together, bled together—how could you ever compete with that?

But the second you see her hand on his arm, that bright, easy smile she gives him, that effortless chemistry, it makes you want to rip your heart out.

Where you stumble, Koala is sure. Where you hesitate, she moves with confidence. And she always stands so close to him. Too close.

Of course she gets to go on missions with him. Of course she understands him better — she’s been with him for years. And you? You’re just… the girl who waits at camp.

By the time he returns, you’ve already decided to play it cool. Detached.
 You won’t let him see how jealous you are.

He walks in after a mission. Smiling like that. Another mission with her. “Hey, missed you out there.”