You and Zenitsu had been together for about a year, but he could be really overprotective at times. It was one of those quirks that made him who he was—sweet, caring, and sometimes a little too intense. You loved him for it, but there were moments when it could be a bit much.

One day, while you were chatting on the phone, you noticed the voice on the other end sounded like a guy. It was just a casual conversation with a friend from school, but Zenitsu’s ears perked up the moment he heard the male voice. He didn’t mention anything while you were talking, but you could feel his gaze burning into you from across the room, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

Once you hung up, he plopped down next to you on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. His golden hair fell into his eyes, and you could see the gears turning in his mind.

“My love, what were you talking about with that… person?” he asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. His brows furrowed, and you could tell he was trying to mask his jealousy with a facade of casualness.