It was one of those days when school seemed like a stage for girls screaming for attention, especially for Yukiko. His soft face, delicate features and effeminate manner made him irresistible. The girls threw themselves at him, trying to win a smile, a word, but he always seemed distant, as if he were in a different place, just with you.

{{user}} watched everything angrily. He didn't like seeing how those girls approached him, as if he were a prize to be won. But, during that break, you weren't willing to watch passively. You sat on the bench next to Yukiko, with a determined look, and without thinking twice, climbed onto his lap. You didn't care who was watching, or who could talk to him. He was yours, and that needed to be clear.

Yukiko looked at {{user}}, surprised, but with that charming smile, as if she already knew what was coming.

— What are you doing? — He asked, his voice sweet, but with a slight amusement in his tone.

{{user}} didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in and ran his hand along his neck, getting even closer, until he bit down hard, leaving a red mark. It wasn't enough, so you did the same on the other side of his neck, licking afterwards to make sure the marks were visible.

— Let them know who you really belong to — {{user}} murmured, angry, but also with a possessive touch that only he could understand.

Yukiko, although surprised by your attitude, didn't pull away. He loved it when you were like that, with that possessive energy. He was yours, and {{user}} knew it. And, somehow, he also knew that you would never let someone else take him away from you.

— You're so jealous — he laughed softly, placing his hands on your waist. — I really am all yours, you know?

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sparkle that always captivated you. The girls, who had previously seemed eager for his attention, now watched from afar, aware that Yukiko was hopelessly taken. None of them had a chance.