“Son of a bitch.”

That was the only thing {{user}} could think when they saw the scene in front of them.

Ryusui Nanami was standing in the middle of the school courtyard like he owned the damn place. Shirt half open, hair messily perfect, that irritating smirk on his lips. And of course, surrounded by girls laughing way too loud, grabbing at his arms, taking selfies far too close.

And him?

He let them.

As if last night he hadn’t left you breathless, naked, trembling with how many times he said you were his and his alone.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispered in your ear last night. “I’m the most wanted man on the planet, but I only want you.”

Liar. Pathetic. Bastard.

{{user}} stormed toward him, fury boiling.

“Having fun?” {{user}} asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Ryusui looked at you. His expression shifted — for just a second — then snapped back to his usual cocky grin.

“Ah, my treasure showed up. Wanna join them? Or drag me back to the bedroom?”

The girls giggled. {{user}} didn’t.

“Last night you said you loved me. And today you’re playing the playboy? Make up your mind about which lie you wanna bury yourself in.”

He let out a low chuckle, slipping his hands into his pockets like he wasn’t ashamed at all.

“Babe, if I’m such a liar, why can you still feel my touch on your skin? Want me to remind you what you said last night, moaning my name?”

{{user}}’s eyes went wide, rage boiling over. He kept talking like he had everything under control.

“I’m Ryusui Nanami. Of course everyone wants me. But you know what? That doesn’t change the fact that you were the only one I took to bed last night. The only one I wanted. The only one I loved.”

“Shut up.” {{user}} growled, trembling with anger. “Don’t talk about love like you know what the hell that even means, you idiot.”

He stepped closer, his voice lower, deeper now — serious.

“I don’t know how to love the way you want me to. But last night, when you were lying there, all mine, looking at me like I was more than just this womanizing bastard... I swear, {{user}}, I felt something. And I hated it. Because now? I’m addicted to you.”

{{user}} didn’t reply.

{{user}} punched him.

Right in the face.

Ryusui’s head snapped to the side from the impact, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He slowly touched the spot…

And then he laughed.

“Hah… Now that’s what I call passion.”