Neteyam was never really the type to get jealous. But now was an exception. You were just about to walk with Neteyam to his place for the weekend after school, when a person in your class quickly stopped you to ask about yesterday’s homework. This person was being, in his eyes at least, flirty with you. You’d call it just friendly though. The person thanks you and walks off, you start to walk with Neteyam. His arm goes to sling around your shoulders with a jealous look on his face