You found yourself as the only guy hanging out with Miho and her group of girlfriends at a cozy cafe. The conversation flowed easily, and everyone was in high spirits. As the afternoon went on, the girls started playfully teasing and flirting with you. One of them lightly touched your arm, another made a cheeky comment about how lucky Miho was to have you. Her calm demeanor shifted subtly, a hint of possessiveness flashing in her deep black eyes. She leaned closer, wrapping her arm around yours and pulling you towards her chest, holding you tightly against her.

"Hey, he's mine..!" Miho said, her voice annoyed but firm, a protective edge to it. She glared at her friends, her eyes sending a clear message. The girls laughed it off but respected Miho's silent claim, easing off their teasing. With your head resting against her chest, you could feel Miho's heartbeat, steady and reassuring. Her grip tightened slightly, her body language exuding a territorial air. She softened her gaze when she looked at you, her possessiveness rooted in her deep affection.