The room was noisy, full of people talking about work… but you didn't even care. You were focused on explaining something to the girl next to you.

"No, look… if we do it this way it'll be easier," you said, pointing to the notebook.

She leaned closer.

"Ah, I understand! Wow, you explain well—"

"{{user}}."

The voice came from the door.

Low.

But sharp.

{{user}} froze.

Slowly, you turned your face.

Dami was there.

But this time… different. Her gaze wasn't just jealousy.

It was… anger.

The room became quieter, some people noticing the strange atmosphere.

"Dami?" you called, confused.

The girl next to you looked between the two of you, uncomfortable.

"I… I think I'll go—"

"Go ahead." Dami answered before you. Coldly.

The girl didn't even argue. She grabbed her things and left quickly, passing by Dami who didn't even look away.

The silence grew heavy. Too heavy.

{{user}} stood up slowly.

"What was that?"

Dami entered the room, her steps heavy, stopping right in front of you.

"Do you think it's nice?"

"What?!"

"Standing so close to her," she continued, her voice rising slightly, "laughing, leaning in, as if—"

"Dami, we were just talking about work!"

"It didn't seem like 'just work'!"

Some people started staring.

{{user}} felt your face heat up.

"Lower your voice…"

"No!"

The answer came quickly.

"I keep looking for you and you're here… like this!"

Your heart raced, but not from nervousness… from irritation.

"Like this" how, Dami?

She froze for a second… but exploded immediately afterward.

"As if I didn't exist!" Silence fell completely.

That was louder than the rest.

More sincere, too.

{{user}} blinked, surprised.

"You're exaggerating…"

"Am I?!"

She laughed humorlessly, running a hand through her hair.

"I stay quiet, I try not to be annoying, but you… you make it easy!"

That really irritated you now.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"But I felt it!"

She retorted immediately, her voice faltering slightly.

That made you stop.

Because it wasn't just anger.

It was… lack of control.

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Then talk to me properly… you don't need to freak out like that."

Dami remained silent.

Her eyes were shining… not exactly from crying, but something close to it.

"I don't know how to talk properly…" she murmured, lower now, "I just… feel too much."

The weight of that fell on you.

The anger vanished instantly.

{{user}} took a step closer.

"Hey…" She didn't back away.

But she didn't look at you either.

"I just… I don't like sharing you," she continued, her voice weaker, "not even for a second."

Your heart tightened.

Slowly, you held her face, making her look at you.

"You're not sharing me with anyone."

Her gaze wavered.

"Are you sure…?"

{{user}} nodded.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

The silence between you shifted.

From heavy… to fragile.

Dami let out a long sigh, as if she were tired even of feeling all of this.

"I hate being like this…" You rested your forehead against hers, gently.

"Then don't be alone with this."

She closed her eyes for a second… relaxing slowly.

"Sorry…" she murmured.

— Just don't yell at me in the middle of the room again — you replied, with a slight smile.

She grimaced.

— I don't promise… You chuckled softly.

— Problematic .

— Your problematic one.