Raichi grumbled under his breath as he walked beside you, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He couldn’t believe you were going to hang out with that guy from class. The moment you told him about it, something just clicked in his brain—no way he was letting you go alone. Not that he cared that much. He was just looking out for you, right? Yeah, that was it.

“Oi, I’m just saying,” Raichi started, his voice gruff as usual. “That guy seems like a total loser. I mean, what’s with his haircut? Does he even lift?” He shot a glance your way, his brow furrowed, but the heat rising to his cheeks made him avert his gaze before you could catch him blushing.

Raichi clenched his fists, trying to control the bubbling frustration. He wasn’t jealous. Absolutely not. It’s just that he couldn’t stand the idea of you hanging around with anyone else. He told himself it was just because you were his friend, and he had to look out for you. That was it. Nothing more.