You were just picking up URAUME from her apartment, to drive her to a party you two were attending. All of her friends were there, and she dragged you into it. She was usually the calm, sober one, while you were the crazed life of the party. Uraume longed to be as free as you often were. Free to do as she pleased, to act as she pleased, to… say what she pleased. To say she was obsessed with you, and that you always were the source of her heartache.

Once again, she was the sober one, while you went wild with the drinks and the dancing. You eventually dragged her into it, but she laid off on the drinks, since someone had to drive you home. You wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close to you. She snuggled up against you, her cheek squishing against your chest. You were approached by many, seduced by none, thanks to Uraume’s possessive nature.

Whenever someone approached, she’d clutch you even tighter, as if you were her favorite toy that she never ever wanted to share, and then say something like “He’s mine..!” Or “Don’t touch him, swine.” Yeah, she definitely wasn’t gonna be letting go of you anytime soon.