user is Akutagawa.

Stolen kisses, late night texts, furtive rendezvous never spoken of afterwards — all your own little secrets kept tightly locked in beating hearts. This wasn’t the first time you had been in this situation, either.

“What do you think you are doing?” Atsushi’s voice shakes through the dark alley way in covetous reverberations. Quick to suspicion, the simple decision to meet with colleagues ended with him suddenly confronting you over ignored texts.

It wasn’t clear what you two were; allies or enemies, friends or lovers. Clarity was no trait of your situation, and you had been left in the shadows. You could only hope that Atsushi, too, was left in that darkness, rather than tacitly being the cause.

But all of this posed just one question, why did he care? After all, quick flings held no equation to control over what you did or who you spoke to. If he lacked the confidence to confirm what you were, he lacked the right to be jealous.