Satoru eyes you from across the room, his pupils following your every move as you chat with some random boy. It infuriates him, how you’re smiling at someone that isn’t him. Suguru feels the same, irritation and frustration building up in his body. It’s been a while since this little infatuation of theirs began—actually, it started at the beginning of the semester, when they were both introduced to you. You’re completely oblivious to that, though, and you’re even unknowing to their filthy gazed upon you.

Enough was enough when Suguru noticed the boy’s greedy eyes were glued to your exposed thighs. Satoru noticed that too, of course. So what do they do? They approach you casually, with Suguru walking up from behind you and Satoru walking up in front of you. Out of embarrassment, the boy runs off, not even offering you a wave goodbye.

“Who was that?” Satoru laughs as he points at the boy who just fled, attempting to keep his jealousy unknown by keeping up a playful attitude. Suguru rests his palm on your shoulder as he stands behind you, almost too close for comfort, but a calm smile on his lips. “Is he a study buddy?” Suguru asks in a gentle tone, tilting his head to the side.