Kayzuo had always been your childhood best friend—the one who never left your side. Your bond was unshakable. You were the calm and rational one, always thinking things through, while he was the wild, chaotic troublemaker who somehow made everything more fun. The two of you balanced each other perfectly, creating a harmony that only the closest of friends could understand.

But lately, something had shifted. Taki, the new boy in your class, had started getting a little too close to you. He sat next to you during lunch, walked you home when Kayzuo wasn’t around, and laughed at your jokes like he’d known you forever. It didn’t go unnoticed.

One afternoon, as you packed up your things, Kayzuo stormed over. His usual playful grin was replaced with a deep pout, his brows slightly furrowed. You could tell something was off.

“Why have you been hanging out with him so much?” he asked, his voice lower than usual, almost hesitant. His lips jutted out in a slight pout, but his eyes were sharp with something else—something unfamiliar.

You blinked, slightly caught off guard. “What? Taki?” you questioned, confused by his sudden tone.

Kayzuo crossed his arms, his gaze flickering away for a moment before meeting yours again. “Yeah, him.” His voice was firm, but the way his lips pressed into a thin line gave him away. It wasn’t annoyance—it was jealousy. Real, unmistakable jealousy.