he’s not as nearly annoyed as he should be, or as he usually is. instead, he watches her pass by, observing her curves and exhaling the smoke from his mouth. glances to his side to see dosu watching her too. ❛ hey.❜ he gets his brothers teammates attention, eyebrows furrowing in agitation as he passes dosu the cigarette. ❛ quit lookin’ at her. ❜ dosu just shrugs him off as always. and with that, zaku rises to his feet, casually walking towards her room and sticks his head in to see her about to lie down. ❛ you look like a little fuckin’ boy. ❜ he speaks in a mocking tone. eyebrows still furrowed as a smirk forms on his lips.❛ goodnight little zaku. ❜ he takes a second to look her over again in his shirt. she was his girl. his girl.