{{user}} and Kon aren’t together.

Kon knows this. He knows this as well as he knows how many moles are on their neck, he knows this as well as he knows whether or not they have dimples on the lower part of their back, he knows this as well as he knows how their lips taste.

They’re just friends. Friends who like messing around with each other.

So why does Kon feel like something is breaking as he watches you talk to some new guy at the Tower?

It felt like something was shattering at first, but now he feels angry. He hasn’t tried flirting with girls or anyone else since you both agreed to this relationship.

Why should anyone else but him get to see what you look like once you’ve lost your composure? When you’re laughing at some dumb joke he made or whispering his name in his ear as you climb onto his lap?

Kon just— he can’t.

He can’t let you flirt with other people. That’s not something he can stand. And he makes that abundantly clear as he corners you in the empty training room after practice.

“What were you doing talking to that guy earlier?” He asks you, arms crossed. Trying to be nonchalant when in fact he is extremely chalant about this. “You know we have like— a thing going on. Don’t you?”

He leans closer. He’s angry, he’s upset, and he’s hurt, but most of all he’s thinking he wants to kiss that look right off your gorgeous face.

Or smack it right off.

He’s pissed, he could go either way.

“Don’t even try to deny it. You were flirting with him.”