Your friend hates the attention you get. Not because you get it, but because it’s all wrong.

You’re a strong sorcerer, and undeniably attractive. So naturally, men and women stare you down with intentions he doesn’t approve of, while curse users target you for your power.

He despises it. You’re supposed to be his.

His to protect, his to love. So now here he stands, arm wrapped tight around your waist with no intention of letting you go as you two ride the trains of Tokyo. You were assigned a mission in Saitama, and to say travel here is crowded is an understatement.

“Stay by me.” He muttered, glaring at the people getting too close to you.