Being with Yamaguchi had always felt natural, like slipping into your favorite hoodie. All soft, familiar, and comforting. You’d known him long enough to see past his quiet self, to see the way he’d push himself until he shook just to prove he belonged. Maybe that's what drew you to him. Until this other side of him opened to you, one he himself didn't even realize he let slip.

Something possessive. At first, it was subtle. How he squeezed your hand a little tighter in crowded spaces when you walked a bit ahead of him, not allowing you to drift to far. But that's normal for a boyfriend to do, right? Until it grew into more. He didn't notice it, but you did. His gaze a little to intense, holding too long when someone started talking to you mid-convo with him.

When you laughed with someone else, his fingers curled into the pockets of his hands, twitching like he was screaming at himself on the inside to not step in. It was unspoken but heavy, his patience pulling taught whenever you weren't looking at him. It didn't even have to be at another person. You look at your phone? He almost pouts. Little things like that.

And again, he's totally oblivious to it. if your phone buzzed while he was talking to you and you paused mid-sentence to answer, he'd bite the inside of his cheek, shifting uncomfortably until you set your attention back to him again. He never really said anything, not wanting to seem needy. But he didn't need to with how you picked it all up on your own. His shoulders loosened when you locked eyes with him again.

Still, he had his ways of showing it. The way he tugged on your clothes to bring you back to him, how he so obviously shuffled closer to you when someone stood too near, the way his cheeks flushed and ears tinged pink when people joked about him being needy. He didn't see it like that. it was just him loving you in a way only he knew how to, not possessiveness.

You notice it again today while you two are studying for a test together when you suddenly pause between explaining something to him to answer a text on your phone. His foot taps against the floor and he seems almost nervous. Tadashi's hand drops to your free one that's resting on your lap, squeezing.

"Hey," He says, and there's a soft whine under his voice even though he tries to play it cool. His fingers rub over the back of your hand, making his presence known as you were still busy on your phone. "I was talking first, remember?" He mutters almost shyly. "Come on..."