Helro it's like 3am but anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY silly too I love it.
I wanted to request a hc of making out with the Phantom Busters boys! Including my gosh Ichimiya if you don't mind.. Thank you! ❤❤
Making out w/ phantom busters boys
Note: I’m surprised how many people like those honestly I had to do a lot with all the fandom I write for lslsls not that I mind tho, here you go !!
You're so cute too aaa i never rhought i was funnt slsls thank you for asking <3 cw: semi-public for ichimiya
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If Mogari has only one weakness, which is not the case but for the sake of this little drabble he will, it must be to see you in a skirt. It has a certain effect on him, it doesn’t matter the length or the cut – it just suits you really well in his eyes. So even if you come by quickly, giving him back the notebook he forgot at school before your dance lesson, he can’t help it but kiss you a few more times than your schedule allows you.
“I really have to go,” you tried, pushing his chest slightly but his grip on your waist is firm, keeping you close.
It feels like he hasn’t seen you in ages when it’s literally been three hours but he can’t help it – he can’t be like that in school, so he enjoys it every time you come around his place.
“5 minutes,” he asked between two kisses, gasping for air before diving in again.
“You never respect that,” you whined when he barely let you talk before kissing you harder.
Your back is pushed on the door and the closer he gets to you, the hotter you feel. He’s too good at it, driving you crazy as he kisses you more and more. You want to abandon practice almost every time just to stay in his arms as he takes care of you. You're melting under his touch, so soft yet firm on your body.
He’s careful, he never hurts you but sometimes you just want him to, wondering what could be like. He loves you too much for that though, enough to almost eat you alive, to beg you to stay every time like he needs to feel your skin on his breath. Pulling you impossibly closer, you gasped at the strength he uses to hold you against his body. His tongue brushes on your lips, waiting for more and he’s so sure of himself that you’re gonna stay with him this time – it breaks your heart to shake your head. He looks at you with sad puppy eyes for a second when you pull away and cover his mouth with your hand.
“I have to go now,” your voice barely above a whisper. But he starts kissing your hand, puppy eyes long forgotten and trying to convince you to stay. Yet you shake your hand, trying to not look at him for too long. “I’ll come back after it, ok ?”
He’s about to faint, your voice is so soft, you seem so vulnerable that he wants to eat you alive. But he’s ready to wait for it. He nods, kissing you one last time before letting you.
Eugene is easy to mess with. He doesn’t miss the way you peek at his collarbone the few seconds it’s visible when he moves around. He has to call you out when you’re more focused on his lips than what he’s actually saying when he’s trying to explain something to you.
Or at least he let you think that it’s easy. But he’s quick to leave studying aside if you can’t focus on it and play your game instead. You’re shocked the first time you catch him peeking at your chest before he smiles innocently at you, leaving you flustered and stuttering at the next question. He looks at you from head to toe like he’s about to eat you alive and you genuinely don’t know how to react. You flinch when he pulls hair off your face to place it behind your ear – leaving him a better access to talk to your ear.
“Hard time to focus it seems ?” he asked rhetorically while kissing below your ear.
You hold back a squeal, staring at him with warning eyes but it doesn’t seem to alter him ; you can tell in his eyes he doesn’t care. And if you weren’t sure, he’s quick to grab your jaw and pull you in a kiss to be sure you understood where this was going. He takes a second to take off his glasses and leave them on the bed before pulling you in a kiss again. He doesn’t have much to do before you sighed in the kiss : pulling you closer, letting his hand wander around your waist until your shirt barely shows some skin but he doesn’t miss it. His other hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, almost nipping at your lips just to hear you whine at the slight pain.
“Too much for you ?” he coo, deliberately pushing the line as his fingers draw circles on the skin of your waist. You narrow your eyes at him, making him smirk.
“Shut it.” You don’t leave any room for him to answer that you’re kissing him again, putting yourself up on your knees so he has to turn his head up to kiss you. His lips are so soft on yours, you never want him to stop. It works magic on you, he could honestly ask you anything at the moment you’d say yes without hesitation.
Your chest’s dangerously closer to his face and you hope you can give him a test of his own teasing when you bring his hand back down when it brushes his fingers right below it. You catch him frowning as you break the kiss but tilt his chin up – you’re still out of reach and a sour chuckle leaves his lips. His cheek cuddles up in your hand while he looks up to you, playing along with your stupid game.
“You don’t want me anymore ?” His voice, so soft, yet so teasing it twists your stomach before you dive in for another open mouth kiss he gladly accepts. Feeling your body weight against his is delightful, he’s getting drunk on it and never wants to sober up. He wants you to sit on his knees, your shirt gone and to take his time kissing your skin. The knock on his door tells him otherwise.
The next second you're sitting right back next to him, fixing your shirt and his glasses are back on his nose before his friends walk inside his room, big smiles on their faces while Eugene is still a little bitter.
Kaoru should’ve known better than to let you “try” what they were doing in your fic regarding what you like to read. Or maybe his brain put that away willingly, knowing where that would lead him. Within a second, his phone was swapped away from his hand and tossed on the bed where he couldn’t find it and his back hit the mattress kindly.
Crawling on top of him, you can’t help it but cradle his face, particularly below his eyes with one hand before kissing him. It’s soft, you’re not sure where you’re going but you’re enjoying every step. He can’t forget the tenderness in your eyes when you look down at him, he doesn’t know how to deal with it. His heart is beating so fast, he has a hard time breathing – but it tastes so good, like cherry and he never wants it to stop. He’s feeling hot, he doesn’t know where to put his hands but on all the gods he wants you closer.
His hands cup your face, pulling you closer until you bend and lay on your elbow – mostly on him, with the majority of your weight but that’s exactly what he wants. He doesn’t get hungrier though, he likes it softly like this. When he feels your arms start shaking a little, he’s quick to grab your waist and pull himself up so you can sit on his lap instead.
He looks you in the eyes for a second, admiring the soft, red blush on your face. He smiles to himself. He loves you so much. His nose rubbed into yours as you were going into another kiss, taking you by surprise but you giggled at the gentleness. Your hands find his hair, going through it a little before kissing him again. On the other hand, he finally leaves his hands on your body, wandering around your waist – too shy to go anywhere else. He grabs your skin below your shirt when he feels like it, not expecting you to gasp the first time he touches a little lower than your waist.
It is too much for him, you on him, your warmth is making him dizzy and soon, he pulls away from you with puppy eyes telling you to stop. You don’t push, obviously, instead you rubbed your nose on his again and left one last peck on his lips.
“You’ve seen what you wanted ?” he asked, a red hue on his cheeks. You giggle.
“More than I could ask for.”
Tamon’s taken by surprise when you pull on his collar to kiss him. It took him a second to kiss you back, forgetting about his guitar pressed against his ribs to the point it hurts. He’s been practicing for hours now so he’s not that surprised for you to ask for attention, it’s simply rarely this intense.
Putting his guitar away to let space for you on his lap, you don’t waste a second to get there and sit close to him. Your hands cradling his face but never breaking the kiss, while his strong arms hold you gently. It felt like you haven’t kissed him in days and you had this urge to be close to him. Leaving a few kisses on his lips, you then rested your head on his shoulders, enjoying the heat radiating from his body like a cat. You were content with the attention you received and felt much better now.
It was his time to ask for a bit more in the end. With your neck exposed like that, he couldn’t help it but kiss the soft skin there, making you giggle as it tickles. A smile spread on his lips at the sweet melody before he got carried away and wandered down to your shoulder, pushing away your shirt when it got in the way.
A whine left your lips when he bit slightly the thin skin near the bones but he looked at you so innocently you let it slide, grabbing his face to kiss him again instead – trying to make him forget about your now exposed skin. It was a hard task, once he had his eyes on it, he tended to kiss it up and down, getting you all worked up as his hands wander from your waist to your legs. You gasped when he grabbed on it hard, almost making you squeal but he’s quick to kiss you again before you can argue with it. You forget every time how he can be when he’s like that : shutting you down, holding you close and leaving you out of breath and unable to catch it before he kisses you again. So you always start it, only for him to laugh at the end.
This conversation was going nowhere and Ichimiya felt his patience running out. That was until your voice came out of the door. He didn’t hear you knocking but someone must have invited you inside or else you wouldn’t have come in. He hates to think about it, he doesn’t want to use his status to do what he’s like, but right now all he wants it’s some time alone with you so it can ease his mind away from this stupid meeting.
“Leave us alone,” he says strictly, crying inside to his actual abuse of power, but pinched the bridge of his nose to make it clear it wasn’t an option. Within a minute everyone was out, leaving you in the center of the room, quite surprised they left so easily.
“What’s wrong ?” you asked as you walked to his desk. He’s leaning against it, never taking his eyes away from you as you make you away into his arms kindly.
“The meeting was so tiring,” he explained, leaning his head immediately in the crook of your neck.
You let him, petting his hair slowly. You two stay in the silence room, not trying to fill it, rather enjoying it that way. You’re about to ask what was so hard about this meeting when he starts kissing your neck, leaving a thousand small pecks over the area until he gets up to your jaw, making you giggle then your cheek and, finally, your lips. He kisses your smile softly, once, then twice and so on until it fades away, replaced with something more eager than playful.
He holds you closer, one arm holding all the way around your waist to be sure you can’t walk away when the other holds your neck, right below your ears. He can’t get enough, eager to eat you all, but there’s only so much you can give him at the moment. It drives him crazy. All he can do is kiss you, again and again, like it was the first and last time, as if you would disappear afterwards.
It doesn’t last long, he can’t let himself get carried away in the council room. He’s out of breath, so are you, and he forgot all about this stupid meeting. He leaves his forehead against yours, catching his breath while he enjoys your body close to him a few more seconds before he has to let go – in case anyone enters.
“Feeling better ?” you giggle because you already know the answer; but he still nods.
mogari wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight. ghosts? obviously. curses? sure. but love? nah.
and yet.
the first time he sees you, it’s like something glitches in his brain. you’re just walking down the hallway, nothing particularly dramatic about it, but the way the light catches on you, the way you move, like you’re in sync with some rhythm he can’t hear—it’s enough to make him stop mid-step, nearly causing someone to crash into his back.
from that moment on, it’s over for him.
he starts seeing you everywhere. at first, it’s probably coincidence. probably. but then he starts making it happen. changing his routes, timing his walks between classes, hanging around places he knows you’ll pass through.
and the first time he actually talks to you? pure improvisation.
“uh, you know you’ve got a spirit following you, right?”
you blink at him, clearly caught off guard. “what?”
he nods, arms crossed like he’s the authority on this. “yeah. been seeing it for a while. sticks close to you. might be harmless, might not be. but, uh… you might wanna let me keep an eye on it. just in case.”
you stare at him, and for a second, he thinks he’s ruined it. that you’ll call him a weirdo and walk away. but then—
“…how do you even know that?”
his heart nearly leaps out of his chest. you’re engaging. you’re curious. and that means he has an in.
he grins, tilting his head, playing it cool. “i have my ways. but if you’re really curious… i could show you.”
and that’s how it starts. how he worms his way into your orbit under the guise of protecting you from some nonexistent ghost. he teaches you about ‘spiritual energy’ (aka whatever nonsense he makes up on the spot), points out ‘ghostly disturbances’ (aka excuses to get closer to you), and warns you about ‘dangerous entities’ (aka any guy who tries to flirt with you).
somewhere along the way, he forgets if he’s even pretending anymore. because honestly? if there was a ghost following you, he wouldn’t even be surprised. you do have that kind of presence. the kind that lingers, that haunts.
and god help him, but he’s completely, utterly obsessed.
Synopsis: After seeing the performance of the Phantom Busters Club at the Culture festival, you bumped into Tamon and you ended up bonding over your shared love of music, which deepened your relationship with him. With your time spent with him, you realise that your feelings may have grown beyond just being friends.
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“Agh!” You exclaimed when turning at the corner of the corridor where you ended up falling down to the floor as you accidentally bumped into someone.
“O-oh my! I-i’m so sorry!” The man in front of you apologised, sounding a little nervous.
“Nah, it’s alright, I wasn’t looking at where I was going!” You said, looking up to make eye contact with a green-haired guy wearing his hat backwards.
Where have I seen him before?
“blegh”
“Uhm! Hey, are you okay?” You asked, quickly getting up in concern for the dude who looked like he was about to throw up the moment you met his eyes.
He nodded his head urgently as he desperately avoided eye contact, “I-i’m sorry! Uh, I’ll be on my way…” he quickly stuttered, trying to get out of the situation at hand.
You were about to let him go, thinking it was best to just leave him be, until you finally recognised who he was.
“Hey, wait! You’re one of the guys who performed at the Culture Festival, right?” You asked, grabbing his hand before he could get away.
He just nodded his head, not wanting to turn around.
“Oh.. Uh, sorry!” you quickly let go of his hand, “I…. Wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything! I just really thought your performance with your friends was amazing! Like, did you see your singer's entrance?? That shit was so badass, was that all planned?? Because you guys definitely killed it!”
You continued to compliment their performance, including the lyrics and the overall dynamic of their group, until you came to a pause, “Sorry… I was rambling, wasn’t I?” You apologised, “my bad, I just realised I was holding you back haha, well I’ll get going, you don’t seem that interested, my bad again”
You quickly turned around, wanting to leave out of embarrassment, but came to a halt.
“Thank you.”
You turned around to face the guy again with a small sparkle in your eyes, surprised that your ramble didn’t necessarily scare him off.
“It's! Uhm, it’s no problem, I’m just being honest!” You smiled, turning around once again, about to walk, when you quickly turned around once again, hoping he didn’t walk away yet and when you realised he was still there, your smile grew even larger. If that was possible…
“Sorry! I know I said I was gonna get going, but uh, I really did enjoy your performance… and I was wondering if you’d be able to teach me how to use the guitar? Please? I mean, you were on the drums then, but you know-, ahh, what am I saying… Sorry for the bother!” You eagerly asked before hesitating and deciding against it.
“S-sure, Sure!” He yelped out. To be honest, Tamon was a little worried trying to teach someone he’s never really talked to, but joining the Phantom Busters Club really did change him, and if this was his chance at making more friends with similar interests in the one passion he really cherished, he was going to take it.
“Really?” You looked at him in shock. You weren’t expecting him to agree at all, in fact, you thought he would say no, which is why you stopped yourself from finishing your request.
He just nodded his head.
“Oh my, I appreciate it! Are you a hundred percent sure though? I don’t want to force this upon you or anything,” You reasoned with a little frown on your face.
He shook his head ‘no’, “I mean it, I don’t mind teaching you.”
A smile appeared on your face the moment it disappeared.
“Yay, thank you!” You cheered, giving him a hug out of appreciation before backing away swiftly, “Ah, sorry, I just got a bit excited.”
Cute
He let out a small smile, “It’s alright,”
It was a bit awkward as the two of you stood there in silence, not knowing what to say, when all of a sudden your eyes widened in realisation, “holy shit, I’ve got to get going, I forgot Mr Noir wanted to see me! I’ll see you later at the music room?”
You ran off in a hurry as Tamon just stared at you with his cheeks a little flushed.
“Yooo, Tamon, where are you off to?” Mogari asked, seeing that Tamon seemed to head in a different direction from the club room.
“Well, since the club isn’t on for today, I had other things planned.”
“Oh, I see.. What did you have planned?”
“Uh… someone asked if I’d be willing to teach them the guitar, so I said yes.”
“Ooohh, who?” Eugene smiled, seeing that Tamon was coming out of his shell. The colour on Tamon’s face drained as he scratched his neck in nervous realisation.
“Shit. I forgot to ask her for her name, hell, I didn’t even introduce myself to her!” Tamon gasped in shock. Kanzaki looked at him in surprise, “Her?”
“A girl?” Mogari questioned, “dude you gotta let us know who she is.”
Tamon tilted his head, puzzled, trying to describe what you looked like, “she had h/c hair and e/c eyes if that helps…”
“Oh! Y/n L/n??” Eugene replied, recalling the familiar girl, “She’s in our class actually,”
“Oh em gee! You mean that one girl who came up to us this morning?”
Eugene nodded his head at Mogari’s statement. Mogari looked at Tamon with a knowing smirk as he slowly leaned into him.
“You know… she is pretty into music, just like you are. I see her sometimes playing the piano in the music room when it’s empty, and I happen to pass by it,” Mogari teased.
Tamon turned slightly red at that, “It’s just a lesson, not a date man, chill.” He said, a little embarrassed at the thought of being alone with her now.
Kanzaki was silent before his eyes sparkled as he got closer to Tamon, “Hey, do you think it’s going to be like one of those shojos where close proximity lowkey makes you guys feel something as you help her with the guitar.”
Tamon’s face completely flushed red as he shook his head, “You guys are thinking too far!”
“Well… This is one of the many female encounters where it’s not an exorcism or a challenge, so I don’t blame them.” Eugene nodded his head in understanding.
Tamon scoffed in embarrassment, “I’m gonna get going, I don’t need to hear any of this anymore.” He started walking again, giving a lazy wave over his shoulder, “See you guys tomorrow”
“Tell us if anything happens!” Mogari shouted, though the voices faded behind him as he got further and further away. He walked towards the music room, knowing that someone was waiting eagerly for him and recalling their meeting from earlier on made him shake his head, trying to get rid of the thought. She was kinda cute…
He couldn’t help it. The thought made him smile just a little.
You sat down in the music room, waiting a little impatiently for the boy to come.
You kept shifting on the chair you sat on as you were way too excited to start learning the guitar. It was only when you decided to stand up to grab a guitar from its stand that you realised something. Shit! I didn’t ask for his name…
Just then, the door slid open, and there was Tamon in all his glory, taking his headphones off to hang around his neck as he walked in.
“Hey! You’re here, I thought you ran away,” You joked, trying to break the awkward tension in the air. Tamon just smiled in your direction but refused to look at your eyes.
“Nah, it was nice to see that someone shares an interest in music. I wasn’t going to let this chance at making a new friend go to waste. That reminds me, I’m Tamon Kotaro,”
You smiled cheerfully at that, “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/n L/n! I’ll be the best disciple you have, I’m under your care, sir!” You stated playfully. Tamon laughed at that as he walked closer to you, as you finally took the guitar from the stand, and Tamon did the same, sitting down in chairs facing each other.
“Have you played any instruments before?”
“Uh, well, I like to play the piano from time to time, just decent at it in my opinion." You explained. Tamon nodded his head as he began to teach you the basic chords. You stared at him intensely, making sure to keep a good eye on the strings that his fingers were on, which made Tamon a bit nervous as he focused on talking and looking down at his own hands.
“Now you try it,” He insisted. You played the chords from what you could recall him teaching you, and it sounded pretty similar to what he did, so you looked up, wanting approval, and when you did, you saw him already staring at you.
Not at the guitar, but you. Your eyes met his as a result, and you swear you could hear your heart begging for mercy.
Tamon himself didn’t expect you to look up, and it took him off guard, but his heart raced a little as he realised he didn’t feel like vomiting like he did when he first tried making eye contact with you this morning.
“Okay, that was pretty good. I think we got the basics down, but let's just practice them a little more.”
You nodded your head in agreement, wanting to take his lessons seriously.
An hour passed by, and you finally perfected the basics. Tamon was now trying to teach you a small section of a music piece, but you were struggling despite being able to quickly pick up on the start of it.
Your first attempt was rough, as your fingers fumbled trying to strum the correct strings on time, making the tune fall apart.
“That sounded bad.”
Tamon shakes his head, “It’s a good start for where you're at.” You looked at him sceptically before shaking your head, “You don’t have to lie, you know I can take criticism.”
“I’m not,” he says simply. “You got the chords, it’s just your timing that needs work.”
“Here, try it like this..” He started to play it himself on his own guitar. You tried it again and again, but you continued to produce the same result.
Tamon looked at you in focused thought before speaking up, “Can I?” he asks, gesturing to your hand as he shifted next to you.
You nod in compliance, being fed up with what you were getting wrong. His fingers brush yours as he adjusts them, pressing them into the right position.
“Here and then this chord. Does that make sense?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.
You did the same, not realising how close he was to your face as you thanked him.
When you turned, your noses were basically touching each other, but neither of you pulled away despite both of your flustered faces.
However, you both immediately pulled away when the door busted down onto the floor with Eugene, Kanzaki and Mogari flopping on top of it in that exact order.
“I told you guys to stop pushing!” Eugene shouted in embarrassment at being caught spying on Tamon and his new “friend”.
“Hey, Mogari was the one doing all the shoving,” Kanzaki rebutted, holding his hands up in the air in innocence.
“I couldn’t see what was going on, okay!” Mogari tried to reason. Eugene shook his head, “I knew I should have just left. Why did I tag along again?”
You quickly stood up in realisation at what had just happened. You looked at Tamon and then the other three, and then at Tamon again.
“I…”
“Thanks, Tamon but uh, I think I gotta get going, you don’t mind putting the guitar away for me do you? Thanks again!” You rambled as you sped walk towards the door and bolted out as soon as you could.
Tamon’s face was still red as he looked at his friends, who finally got off the floor, “Really, guys?”
Mogari was about to say something before he was shoved out of the way by you, who quickly came back. You headed towards Tamon with a piece of paper in your hands.
You grabbed his hand and placed it firmly into his hands before dashing out again.
“Do text me the next lesson!” You shouted before disappearing from sight.
Tamon looked down and unfolded the paper to see your number written on it. His face flushed again.
Mogari got up again, dusting off his clothes before looking up at Tamon with that knowing smirk on his face again, “soooo Y/n L/n huh”
karou kanzaki had learned to keep his head down. people always said something about his eyes. too intense. too cold. sometimes he believed them. sometimes it hurt more than he let on.
he was nervous to meet you. not that he’d admit it. but when you walked up and smiled, he braced himself for the usual awkward glance or quiet judgment.
instead, you looked right into his eyes. you didn’t flinch. you didn’t look away. you tilted your head slightly and said, “woahh your eyes are beautiful.”
just like that.
karou felt his chest tighten. his lips parted like he might say something but nothing came out. he lowered his gaze, not to hide, just to breathe.
no one had ever said that before. not like they meant it. not like you did.
mogari’s just sitting there, scrolling on his phone, totally unsuspecting. you watch him, heart doing little flips because he’s so unfairly cute. his dumb little pout, the way his hair flops over his forehead, and gosh you just can’t take it!
so you tackle him.
he makes a startled “geh—!” noise as you latch onto him like a koala, wrapping your arms around his neck. you playfully bite his cheek, not hard, just enough to squeak out your frustration. “you’re too cute,” you mumble, muffled.
“w-what are you doing!?” he’s flustered now, cheeks pink.
you pinch those cheeks. squish squish.
“stop—i’m studying!” he protests, but he’s not really pushing you away.
“oh yeah? studying, huh?” you grin, still squishing his cheeks. “didn’t know being on your phone counted as studying.”
“i-it does!” he sputters, trying to speak properly but you’re smushing his face which isn’t of much help. “eugene was the one that told me actually.” he says defensively.
“sure, i believe you.” you grin, before letting go of his face and placing a small kiss on his cheek
it’s bad. you and kotaro are completely, utterly gone. lost in the world of tiramisu. the mukbanger on screen is slicing through another perfect piece, the fork sinking into the layers like butter, and you swear you can hear the delicate shff of the cocoa powder dusting off the top.
“this is actually torture,” you mumble, stomach growling.
“i need it. i need it now,” kotaro whispers back, eyes dark with longing.
neither of you notice the way you’re practically leaning into each other, shoulders pressed together, heads tilted at the same exact angle. noir’s lecture fades into nothing. the only thing that matters is the creamy, coffee-kissed masterpiece on the screen.
and then—
“l/n! tamon!”
you both flinch so hard that kotaro almost drops his phone. the entire class turns to look at you. noir glares, arms crossed.
“tamon,” noir says, exasperated. “what’s 2 + 2?”
kotaro, still dazed, doesn’t even hesitate.
“cocoa powder.”
silence. absolute silence. you don’t even need to look at noir to know he’s done with both of you.
noir sighs, already pointing at the door. “both of you. out.”
you both sigh, gathering your things, heads hanging low as you shuffle toward the exit like prisoners being led to their fate. the class watches, but you don’t even have the energy to care.
right as you step into the hallway, kotaro mutters, “bro… the way the cream was melting into their mouth…”
you nod solemnly. “actually unreal.”
“we should get some after school.”
“…definitely.”
and with that, you both walk off in shame, but with a new mission in mind.
Note: please I just read phantom busters and I love them send me anything I'll do it 😫
masterlist | rules
Mogari seemed like a possessive guy, but he's not. So he doesn't get jealous easily because he just trusts you and doesn't think others are a real threat to his relationship. You definitely know he's too weird to be found attractive so you're rather chill about it as well. He's good looking but as soon as he talks he's so unserious, you know it takes a lot for someone to actually want your bf. But you don't like people joking about stealing him from you ; that's the only case you become defensive and need him to reassure you.
Eugene, Mogari's opposite, doesn't look like he's possessive but really is. He's not here to take well a joke about someone having a crush on you or talking with you for too long when he's not next to you. Don't even get me started on people actually flirting with you ; he's composed and calm but he can become sharp with his words real quick. Just the same as him, even if you're more than aware about how down bad he is for you, you can't help it but get jealous sometimes because of his reputation. He's attractive, smart, soft spoken : you just know he gets hits on, even with his silly club activities.
Kaoru is scared you're gonna find better I think, he seemed like the most sensitive one. He looks like trouble even if he's the most gentle boy in the world so he's scared you'll get tired of it. So I don't think he really gets jealous because he thinks that it's only fair for you to leave one day. You have to nag him all the time about how silly he sounds, you have to show him you love him a lot. On the other hand, for the same reasons, you don't have to worry much because people tend to stay away from him.
With Tamon you're more than safe since he doesn't talk to people at all. You don't have reason to get jealous, even if people can call him handsome or whatever they don't have a single chance. Even yours was hard to take so you know what you're talking about. But he can be a little sensitive, just like Kaoru. You're the best and he doesn't see why nobody would want you so he's kind of insecure when people give you a bit too much attention ; worst part is that he can't do much about it. But you're always there to reassure him.
