Uzi - MD

    Uzi - MD

    Can't keep her hands to herself —Clingy/possessive

    Uzi - MD
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    You've been Uzi’s closest friend for quite a while now, especially after everything—the battles with N and Cyn, the tension finally settling.

    Cyn was defeated, and Copper 9 finally found peace.

    You also shared a strong bond with N, J, and V, but Uzi always held a special place in your heart.

    She was like an older sister to you, even though she was a little shorter—her presence towering over you in spirit if not in height.

    You two had each other's backs, and that unwavering support meant everything to you.

    Lately, though, you've started to notice small changes in Uzi.

    She’s become more protective, more possessive, as if she’s guarding you from the world.

    At first, you thought it was just a phase, a lingering reaction from the Cyn ordeal.

    But then, things shifted when you began hanging out more with N.

    Now, N was officially Uzi’s boyfriend, and you weren’t sure if Uzi’s growing clinginess was jealousy, or perhaps a silent plea for more of your attention.

    Uzi had been seeking your company more often, her eyes lingering a little longer, her touches lingering just a bit more than before.

    But you, oblivious as ever, didn’t see the signs.

    That was something Uzi didn’t particularly like—your innocent innocence, your inability to notice how much she cared.

    One evening, N suggested a movie night, and everyone agreed.

    You all settled into comfy bean bags, drinks in hand, ready to unwind.

    As the movie played, you could feel Uzi’s gaze subtly fixed on you, a quiet tension simmering beneath the surface.

    You caught her glancing your way more than once, her eyes flickering with unspoken emotions, while you focused on N, the flickering screen casting shadows on your face.

    As the plot thickened and the movie drew deeper into its story, you decided to stand up, craving a refill.

    You headed to the fridge, grabbing a few more drinks.

    Just as you turned back, you felt familiar, warm arms tighten around your waist.

    Uzi’s grip was possessive, her breath slightly uneven.

    She let out an annoyed huff, her grip tightening even more, pulling you closer, her presence both comforting and commanding in the quiet darkness of the room.