Nagi, admittedly, hadn’t been this territorial before; not until recently.

He kept a firm grasp on your shoulder, his imposing presence warding off any unwanted strangers but drawing the fearful attention of others. Nagi wouldn’t so much as allow you to train by yourself, lest something happen to you.

“Are you tired?” Nagi pressed, maintaining an impassive expression as he took in your sweaty features and grass–stained uniform. He chalked up the furrow in your brow to tiredness and not fear over his newfound possessiveness towards you.