gahhh honestly i love your works on my square boy, Iida Tenya! I adore him and your writing, so id love to request a scenario where Iida gets jealous of a classmate that hangs out with his s/o often? like just pure jealous fluff. thank you!
“Thanks again, (s/o/n)!”
“Don’t mention it, then I’ll see you tomorrow!”
The girl gave one final wave to the departing figure, returning back to the desolate classroom, tiredly stretching her limbs with an audible sigh of satisfaction. With one final strain the girl stopped, beginning to move to her desk of things, ready to head home for the day.
“(s/o/n)-kun?”
Hearing the ever so familiar voice of constant earnest sincerity she had gotten so accustomed to, the girl turned to greet the source, a full beam instinctively prepared.
“Tenya! You came earlier than expected! Give me just a minute, I’ll get my things.”
Promptly returning her attention back to her original focus, the male quietly watched her, not making another sound as he demurely observed her busy motions, his largetroubled hands fidgeting at his sides in a discreet manner. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, his unique eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
No, at the end of all his tedious reflectng, it still didn’t seem right to say anything.
Yes, it truly didn’t seem logical for him to feel this way.
“Tenya, are you jealous by any chance?”
“Yes, but that’s beside the point, it seems illogical as i thought-”
The boy’s unfocused eyes blinked in confusion. Strange, that wasn’t his voice that had asked the question. It was an entirely different, and yet still intimately well-known tone.
Wait, he knew whose voice that belonged to. Of course, how could he forget, it could only belong to his beloved–
“s/o/n)-kun?!”
His delayed reaction seemed to amuse the girl, his actions being met with a light chuckle of delight, her slouched frame supported by her desk now facing him with the same beam which now carried more of a mischievous energy, her bag neatly packed and slung casually over her shoulder.
“Y-you-that–”
He hadn’t meant to say that; in fact, he hadn’t intended at all for her to become aware of the emotions he harbored. They were just classmates right? Yes, it was natural for them to converse, and be on friendly terms. That included staying back after classes to discuss work, right?
Right.
“I–uh, that was a complete misunderstanding, do not recall what I just said–”
That was why it was so frustrating, even though he was internally so composed and raional, he seemed to be acting the exact opposite.
How frustrating. And embarrassing.
Seeing the significant shade of red spreading rapidly across her partner’s complexion, the girl gave yet another laugh, this time partially stifled with a hand from the guilt at watching the boy’s plight before her. The girl cleared her throat, her still crinkled eyes looking up to him with a soft smile.
“I’m sorry Tenya-pfft, but, it’s really okay.”
Her posture straightened to a studious stance, her hands extending out to hold his still restless ones in her warm palms.
“It’s okay to be jealous.”
She leaned forward aiming a small peck in the direction of his flushed cheek, pulling back to admire the adorable scene of his other arm struggling to adjust the thick-framed glasses that hid his avoiding eyes, already knowing what was coming next.
“W-what are you talking about (s/o/n)-kun, I did not ever state that I was jealou-”