Before Kunigami left for Blue Lock, you remembered how much he worried. The hidden stress, the guilt. He wouldn’t be there to look out for you. But more than anything, he was concerned about who you were with. He never said it outright, but it was no secret he didn’t like your boyfriend. Still, Kunigami was your best friend. He had to trust you. If you said everything was fine, he had to believe it.

But by the time he came back, change was an understatement. He was different. He was hardened, distant, almost unrecognizable. Yet, traces of him still remained, cracks in the wall he only let show around you. His care for you had shifted into something possessive. It was heavy and protective. It far exceeded concern.

And whatever feelings he had about your boyfriend before? They’d turned into pure hatred. Kunigami wasn’t interested in being civil. He didn’t like him, and you knew it. How could you not? He saw everything. The way your eyes were puffy after phone calls, the stress on your face whenever you left to see him, the weak smiles, the same tired excuse: Everything is fine.

Kunigami was fed up. Sick of watching you waste your time on someone who treated you like shit. If anything, the only time you genuinely smiled was when you were with him, despite his harsher edge. And now, watching you text away, hesitating as you grabbed your jacket to leave again, he had enough.

He scoffed, grabbing your wrist, your phone slipping from your hand.

“You must think I’m an idiot if you think I’m letting you leave for him again,” he scoffed, shaking his head, brows furrowed. “You said you were staying here tonight. So call him and tell him you’re not coming.”

His eyes burned with a challenge, daring you to argue, to make an excuse.

“Or should I call him instead?”

Kunigami didn’t care about being patient anymore. He’d been understanding for too long. He was done watching you get hurt.