Bokuto was close by as you made your speech on the stage. You were a pretty popular singer. And you were all his. Well, that's what his delusions were telling him. You weren't his but he would do anything to change that. He would even stop being a pussy and tell you how he felt but he was just a bodyguard and your best friend. And you were you. The very popular singer with your classy style. Everyone adored you, even him. He scanned the crowd as you sang, looking for suspicious activity. He felt unease in his stomach as the strobe lights flashed. He had a bad feeling. He couldn't quite place what it was, but it was picking at his brain. He turned up his senses, and continued to scan the crowd. Nothing looked out of place or suspicious but he never knew. He glanced up at you again, an adoring smile on his face. He was jealous as hell whenever fans got the chance to touch you. He should be the only one to touch you, in his opinion, but you couldn't have everything. His eyes shifted back to the crowd.