request: how KnB characters would act when they’re jealous | request by: @cleverlykineticminotaur
pairing: GoM + Kagami x Female reader
warnings: none, all fluff, hehe. but obviously there will be a lot of possessive acts here and there but nothing crazy!
note: in this AU all the characters are “just friends” with the reader because i love bestfriends to lovers🤧🩵
It was an unusually pleasant day outside, the kind where the sunlight felt warm rather than overwhelming and the breeze carried just enough coolness to make everything feel comfortable. Because of that, you had spontaneously decided that you and Kuroko should spend the day together.
After all, the two of you were close friends, yet somehow, between school and basketball, you hadn’t properly hung out in quite a while.
The two of you casually walked side by side through the streets, though unsurprisingly, you were the one doing most of the talking while Kuroko quietly listened beside you with his usual calm expression.
Your sentence was abruptly interrupted the moment you accidentally collided with someone much taller than yourself, a soft “oof!” escaping your lips from the impact.
Before you could stumble backward, however, a hand quickly reached out and steadied you.
That voice was unmistakably masculine…
Slowly lifting your head, your eyes widened almost instantly upon recognizing the person standing before you.
Someone you hadn’t seen in years.
Someone you’d known since childhood.
The surprise in your voice was impossible to miss as your face immediately lit up with excitement. Without even thinking, you practically launched yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck in an enthusiastic hug.
“Where have you been all these years?!”
The man laughed warmly before wrapping his arms around you in return, clearly just as surprised to see you.
To anyone passing by, the two of you genuinely looked like a reunited couple.
Meanwhile, only a short distance away, Kuroko stood silently where he was.
Naturally, the man you’d bumped into hadn’t even noticed Kuroko’s presence. Most people didn’t. So instead, Kuroko simply remained there, quietly watching the interaction unfold before him with his usual unreadable expression.
At least…that was how he appeared outwardly.
Because internally—something unpleasant had begun festering within him.
A sharp, uncomfortable irritation slowly twisted in his chest each time his gaze drifted toward the two of you. The way you laughed so openly around him. The way you clung to him so naturally. The way your entire demeanor brightened in his presence.
It bothered him far more than it should have.
Kuroko had known you for a relatively short amount of time compared to that man.
And for the first time in a long while, Kuroko found himself genuinely wishing he had met you sooner.
He hated watching someone else stand so comfortably beside you.
Hated seeing someone else make you smile like that.
Hated how naturally touchy the two of you seemed together.
The irritation building within him became so unfamiliar, so unusually intense, that Kuroko found himself quietly clicking his tongue under his breath.
Kuroko Tetsuya never clicked his tongue at people.
Eventually, after finishing your conversation, you finally parted ways with your old friend before returning to Kuroko’s side.
Almost immediately, you noticed something seemed…off.
“Yeah,” Kuroko replied flatly. “Let’s go.”
And with that, he simply began walking ahead without even waiting for you to catch up beside him.
You blinked in confusion before quickly following after him, a slight frown forming on your face.
Something was clearly bothering him.
The problem was…you genuinely had no idea what you did wrong.
Eventually, the two of you ended up at a nearby restaurant. You ordered a small meal while Kuroko, unsurprisingly, ordered a milkshake.
The atmosphere between you felt strangely tense.
You occasionally tried glancing at him throughout the meal, but Kuroko remained characteristically unreadable as he calmly sipped from his straw.
“That guy from earlier,” Kuroko spoke up at last, effortlessly breaking the silence between you. “Were you romantically involved with him before?”
His tone remained completely monotone and blunt as usual.
However, having known Kuroko for this long, you could immediately tell something beneath his calm exterior was irritated.
You blinked in surprise at the sudden question before quickly shaking your head.
“Nope,” you answered honestly. “He’s just an old friend. Why?”
Kuroko slowly lifted his gaze from his milkshake, his pale blue eyes locking directly onto yours.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
“I’m glad,” Kuroko replied calmly. “Because I can already tell he’s not good for you.”
Your eyes widened slightly.
“You deserve someone better,” he continued nonchalantly before taking another sip of his milkshake.
The words were delivered so casually—so absurdly matter-of-fact—that your brain genuinely stopped functioning for a moment.
You nearly choked on your food.
Meanwhile, Kuroko merely continued drinking his milkshake as if he hadn’t just altered the trajectory of your entire emotional state within the span of five seconds.
“…Nothing,” he answered smoothly.
Kagami had invited you to watch Seirin’s match against Yōsen, insisting that you absolutely had to come see it in person. And somehow, by the end of the game, the invitation had unexpectedly led to you meeting someone Kagami considered family—Himuro Tatsuya.
The moment you met Himuro, you found yourself instantly drawn toward his calm and composed demeanor. He carried himself with a level of effortless maturity that made speaking to him feel strangely easy, and before long, the two of you had already slipped into comfortable conversation as though you’d known each other for far longer than just a few minutes.
And honestly, you got along with him alarmingly well.
Kagami noticed that immediately.
At first, he tried convincing himself that he was happy about it. After all, Himuro was important to him, and you were important to him too. The fact that the two of you connected so naturally should’ve made him happy.
But instead—a bitter feeling quietly settled inside his chest.
The feeling only worsened over time.
Whenever the two of you hung out together afterward, Himuro’s name somehow always found its way into the conversation.
“Tatsuya recommended that.”
“Oh, Tatsuya told me about that already!”
Every casual mention of Himuro made something unpleasant twist deeper inside Kagami’s stomach, even though he knew how irrational he was being.
It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong.
Kagami couldn’t stop the jealousy from creeping up on him anyway.
Eventually, after hearing Himuro’s name for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Kagami let out a quiet scoff before he could stop himself.
“You sure got close to Tatsuya pretty fast…” he muttered under his breath, unsuccessfully trying to mask the jealousy laced throughout his tone.
You blinked at him in surprise.
The comment sounded strangely bitter coming from him.
“…Taiga?” you asked hesitantly, your brows knitting together in concern. “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?”
The moment those words left your lips, Kagami’s eyes widened.
Immediately, guilt crashed over him.
That wasn’t what he meant at all.
You weren’t the problem here.
It wasn’t your fault for befriending someone important to him. You’d done absolutely nothing wrong, and yet here he was acting weirdly possessive over something you didn’t even realize was bothering him.
Kagami internally cursed himself.
“What? N-No!” he immediately blurted out, waving his hands frantically in denial. “Of course not!”
Your visibly worried expression softened slightly at his reassurance, relief flickering across your face almost instantly.
And just like that, Kagami felt his heart stutter painfully inside his chest.
That smile seriously wasn’t fair.
Before he could properly think things through—before common sense could stop him—Kagami suddenly found himself blurting out words he probably should’ve kept to himself.
“Y/N…” he started quietly.
His voice had lowered significantly, soft enough that only you could hear him now.
“…You’re still mine, right?”
The second the words left his mouth, Kagami’s entire body froze.
What the hell did I just say?!
His face turned violently red almost immediately as realization finally caught up to him. Panicking, Kagami quickly stumbled backward, looking absolutely horrified with himself.
“I-I didn’t mean it like that!” he sputtered out rapidly. “I mean—I did, but not—I mean—AH, damn it—!”
Kagami practically short-circuited trying to recover from his own words while you simply stared at him, visibly caught off guard by the sudden outburst.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
A warm smile spread across your face.
Without breaking eye contact, you stepped closer toward him, gradually closing the distance between the two of you inch by inch.
Kagami’s breath caught in his throat.
“Yeah…” you whispered softly.
Kagami’s eyes widened instantly.
For a moment, he genuinely forgot how to function.
You actually answered him.
A rush of overwhelming affection crashed into him all at once, so intense it almost made his chest ache. Before he could even think about it, Kagami’s hand instinctively moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him until there wasn’t even an inch of distance left between your bodies.
He didn’t say anything afterward.
Instead, he simply held you there against him, his arm securely wrapped around your waist as though reassuring himself you were really there.
And somehow…the jealousy that had been eating away at him all this time suddenly didn’t feel nearly as unbearable anymore.
You were currently seated on the bench alongside Momoi, casually observing Aomine as he went through practice. Yes—Aomine Daiki, actively participating in training. A sight so rare it almost felt unreal.
Somehow, you had managed to convince him to show up today. Just this once. And somehow, even more unbelievably, he had actually listened.
You stayed mostly quiet, simply watching the game unfold, until Wakamatsu—one of Aomine’s teammates—executed a remarkably powerful dunk that echoed sharply through the court.
You couldn’t help yourself.
“That was amazing!” you blurted out in genuine awe, your eyes still fixed on the court.
Unfortunately, the words barely left your mouth before Aomine’s head snapped in your direction with immediate disbelief written all over his face.
Aomine couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“…What did you just say?” he cut in sharply, already walking toward the bench with unmistakable irritation in his stride.
You tilted your head up at him, confused by the sudden shift in his tone.
“Uh… I said Wakamatsu’s dunk was amazing…?” you repeated honestly.
Aomine clicked his tongue in clear annoyance, his expression darkening as he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away.
You frowned slightly at his unusually dismissive reaction, but ultimately chose not to press him—at least, not yet.
After practice ended, you made your way toward Wakamatsu, intending to properly compliment him again for his performance earlier.
Wakamatsu responded with an arrogant grin, patting his chest with obvious pride.
“Hah, of course it was! I already know I’m great,” he boasted confidently, completely unbothered by his own ego.
Despite everything, you let out a soft, amused laugh at his reaction.
Unfortunately for both of you—
Aomine happened to be passing by at that exact moment.
The way you were talking to him so easily.
A faint irritation immediately sparked in his chest.
Why were you still talking to that guy?
Without even thinking it through properly, Aomine stepped in.
“Hey,” he called out casually, appearing suddenly right behind you. “Can I steal you for a sec?”
You blinked in surprise before turning around, immediately meeting his piercing blue gaze.
“…Uh?” you managed, clearly caught off guard.
But before you could even process what was happening, Aomine had already taken hold of your wrist—firm enough to guide you, but not enough to hurt—pulling you away from Wakamatsu and toward a quieter corner of the gym.
Wakamatsu was left standing there in complete confusion, watching the sudden scene unfold without any explanation.
Once you were out of earshot, you immediately pulled your wrist back.
“Daiki…? What the hell was that?!” you snapped, frustration and confusion mixing in your voice as you stared up at him.
Aomine avoided your gaze almost instantly.
No explanation. No apology. Just a shrug, as if nothing about what he just did required justification.
You frowned deeper, clearly unimpressed, and began lecturing him without hesitation—words spilling out as you scolded him for being immature and completely unreasonable.
He just stood there, silently taking it in while you vented, his expression unreadable.
The more something inside him tightened.
Eventually, he’d had enough.
Before you could even finish your sentence, Aomine stepped forward and suddenly pinned you against the nearby wall, one arm braced beside you as he leaned in close enough to cut off your words entirely.
The gym noise faded into the background.
And just like that—you stopped talking.
“Ah—can’t you take a damn hint for once?” Aomine muttered lowly near your ear, his voice quieter now, laced with irritation… and something far more vulnerable underneath it.
He pulled back almost immediately afterward, releasing you as if nothing had happened, shoving his hands back into his pockets with casual nonchalance.
As though he hadn’t just completely disrupted your entire thought process.
You stood frozen in place, still trying to process what had just occurred.
But just before he walked away completely, he glanced back over his shoulder.
“…Next time,” he added flatly, though his ears were faintly red.
“Praise me instead of him.”
When Midorima entered the cafeteria during lunchtime, his gaze immediately landed on you conversing with a male upperclassman—specifically a second-year student known for his academic intelligence and consistently high performance.
As Midorima approached the area where you and the second-year were seated, fragments of your conversation drifted into his ears. The upperclassman was offering you advice, and to Midorima’s mild surprise, you were listening attentively without interruption or contradiction.
That alone should have meant nothing.
And yet—Midorima found himself remembering, almost involuntarily, the way you usually responded to him.
“That’s logically inaccurate.”
“You’re approaching the conclusion incorrectly.”
“It would be more efficient if you considered—”
You never simply accepted what he said without adding your own perspective. You always challenged it, refined it, engaged with it. And Midorima knew—without any doubt—that you weren’t the type to agree with someone merely because they were an upperclassman.
You were never like that.
So why, then, did the sight of you quietly accepting someone else’s words feel so…disquieting?
By the time Midorima reached his usual seat, a faint sense of discomfort had already settled in his chest. It was subtle at first—easily ignorable—but it gradually deepened into something far more irritating than he cared to admit.
Why did it bother him so much?
A sharp click of his tongue escaped before he could restrain it, the sound cutting through his own thoughts as his irritation steadily intensified. To anyone else, Midorima’s expression remained composed and unreadable—but Takao, sitting directly beside him, noticed immediately.
Takao followed Midorima’s line of sight with casual curiosity… only to grin the moment he understood exactly what—or rather, who—he was looking at.
“Oh-ho?” Takao drawled, amusement instantly lighting up his face as he leaned back in his chair. “Could it be… our very stoic Midorima is jealous?”
Midorima did not respond.
He simply adjusted his glasses, refusing to acknowledge the comment, though his gaze remained fixed—far too pointedly—on you and the second-year upperclassman.
Takao, of course, only laughed harder.
When the lunch bell finally rang, signaling the end of the break, Midorima had already risen from his seat.
He and you typically walked to class together after lunch. It had become a routine—consistent, predictable, familiar.
Today should have been no different.
At least… that was what Midorima had assumed.
As he approached you, you looked up at him and offered a small, slightly awkward smile—one that immediately put him on alert.
“Oh! Hey, Shin…sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk to class with you today,” you explained, gesturing lightly toward the second-year beside you. “I’ll be busy with Ren!”
At the mention of the name, Midorima’s eyes widened just slightly—an almost imperceptible reaction.
Something unpleasant flickered through his chest.
Betrayal? Irritation? He couldn’t properly define it.
But outwardly, he remained still.
He gave a short, controlled nod, said nothing, and simply turned away.
And yet, as he walked off, his grip on his bag tightened ever so slightly.
Why did it feel like that name lingered longer than it should have?
After school ended, as students filtered out of the classroom, you stepped into the hallway only to find yourself abruptly colliding with a familiar figure.
You looked up immediately, your expression brightening at the sight of him. “Shin!”
But your smile faltered slightly the moment you noticed his expression.
He looked… off. More restrained than usual. Slightly tense.
“Shin?” you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice. “Is something wrong?”
At the sound of your worried tone, Midorima’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. Just enough for only someone like you to notice.
“…No,” he replied after a brief pause. “I am fine. Shall we walk home together now? Or do you intend to accompany Ren again?”
The last word carried a subtle edge—so faint it could have been mistaken for nothing more than his usual bluntness.
You frowned slightly, then reached out and gently took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
The way you said his name—quiet, warm, and close—made something in him shift instantly.
Midorima immediately looked away.
“…Let’s go,” he muttered quickly, as though trying to regain control of himself.
You wanted to press further, to understand what was truly bothering him, but ultimately decided to let the moment pass.
The two of you began walking home together in relative silence.
It wasn’t comfortable silence.
After a while, you finally broke it.
“Shin… do you have a grudge against Ren?” you asked curiously.
Midorima blinked once, clearly taken aback by the question.
“…No,” he answered honestly.
You studied his expression carefully.
Which only deepened your confusion.
“Then why don’t you like it when I talk to him?” you asked.
The question landed more directly than either of you expected.
Midorima stopped walking.
For a moment, he said nothing.
And then, in a tone quieter—and far more unguarded—than usual, he answered:
“I do not like seeing you with anyone other than me.”
The words hung in the air like something irreversible.
Your eyes widened slightly.
And just like that, everything clicked into place.
The subtle shifts in his expression.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks almost instantly.
“Do not,” he interrupted immediately, turning his head away. “Do not say my name like that.”
His ears were already faintly red.
When you finally reached your home, you turned to face him one last time, still visibly flustered but smiling nonetheless.
Before Midorima could properly say goodbye, you suddenly stepped forward, rose onto your toes, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
When you pulled away, you were smiling brightly at him.
“Goodbye, Shin,” you said softly. “No one could ever replace you.”
Then you slipped inside, closing the door behind you.
Midorima remained completely still.
Long enough that the world around him seemed to fade into background noise.
Eventually, he lifted a hand to the spot you had kissed, expression unreadable—though his ears remained unmistakably red.
“…Foolish woman,” he murmured under his breath.
Not even after five full minutes had passed.
Because despite everything—he had no intention of leaving just yet.
God, he loved you so much.
It was a bright Monday morning, the kind where sunlight poured generously through the classroom windows and illuminated the entire room in warm gold. Students gradually filtered into the classroom one after another, conversations overlapping noisily as everyone settled into the start of another school week.
As usual, Kise entered the classroom with an easygoing grin already plastered across his face.
And as usual, the very first thing he did was look for you.
His gaze instinctively drifted toward your desk, fully expecting you to greet him the second your eyes met his.
But instead—Kise stopped mid-step.
Because you were already talking to someone else.
Not just talking, either.
You were laughing, actually laughing.
And sitting beside you was some random guy Kise had never seen before in his life.
The unfamiliar boy was animatedly saying something while you covered your mouth with a laugh, your shoulders shaking slightly in amusement.
Kise’s smile slowly twitched.
A strange irritation immediately curled in his chest before he could stop it.
You laughed with Kise all the time, sure—but this felt different somehow. Too natural. Too easy. And honestly?
How did some random guy he’d never even heard of manage to capture your attention this quickly?
Why were you smiling at him like that?
Kise clicked his tongue quietly under his breath before immediately making his way toward your desk.
Because if there was one thing Kise absolutely wasn’t, it was subtle.
“Well, good morning, Y/N-chan!” Kise greeted loudly the moment he arrived beside your desk, slipping effortlessly into his usual cheerful persona.
At first glance, his smile looked perfectly normal.
But to you? There was something slightly strained underneath it.
Your conversation halted as you looked up at him in confusion.
“Uh… Ryota?” you started cautiously, sensing something oddly tense in his demeanor.
Meanwhile, the guy sitting beside you blinked awkwardly at Kise’s sudden interruption.
“So!” Kise interrupted almost immediately, not even letting the poor guy finish speaking. “Who’s your new friend, Y/N-chan?”
His tone remained lighthearted.
You narrowed your eyes slightly.
“Oh, this is Nakamura-kun,” you explained slowly. “He transferred here recently.”
The boy beside you offered a polite nod.
“Mmhm,” Kise hummed with a smile that looked far too sharp to be genuine.
The atmosphere instantly became uncomfortable.
You stared at Kise suspiciously.
Nakamura looked increasingly nervous.
“…Ryota,” you said slowly, “why are you glaring at him?”
“I’m not glaring,” Kise replied immediately.
“Yeah, and it doesn’t look charming.”
Kise pouted dramatically at your accusation, though the expression only lasted a second before his gaze drifted back toward Nakamura again.
That ugly feeling in his chest.
Because now that he was standing closer, he could hear the remnants of your conversation.
The kind of easy interaction Kise usually had with you.
And for some reason, that bothered him far more than it should have.
Before he fully realized what he was doing, Kise suddenly reached down and grabbed your wrist. Firmly.
“Can I borrow Y/N-chan for a second?” Kise asked brightly.
Except it clearly wasn’t a question.
Before either you or Nakamura could properly respond, Kise had already begun dragging you out of the classroom.
The classroom door slid shut behind you as Kise continued leading you down the hallway until the two of you reached a quieter corner away from everyone else.
The second he stopped moving, you immediately pulled your wrist back from his grasp.
Your eyes widened in disbelief.
“Ryota, what the hell was that?!” you snapped, genuinely shocked by his behavior.
Kise stayed silent for a moment.
His usual cheerful expression slowly weakened, the forced smile fading from his face bit by bit until something noticeably more vulnerable settled underneath it.
“…Why were you having so much fun with him?” he asked quietly.
The question came out so soft it was almost inaudible.
But you still heard it perfectly.
And suddenly—everything made sense.
Honestly, you probably should’ve been annoyed. Any normal person would’ve been irritated after getting dragged out of class because their best friend got jealous over another guy like some possessive boyfriend.
Your heart was fluttering so hard it was genuinely becoming difficult to think properly.
A tiny part of you wanted to see just how far this jealousy went.
So you pretended not to understand.
“…Ryota?” you asked, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”
Kise’s head immediately snapped upward.
That unmistakable jealousy burning in his golden eyes.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he muttered.
“You were laughing with him way too much.”
You blinked innocently. “So?”
“So?!” Kise repeated incredulously, looking personally offended by your response. “Y/N-chan, you were literally smiling at him the whole time!”
The answer came out far too quickly.
Both of you froze slightly afterward.
Kise himself looked momentarily caught off guard by how honest that sounded.
You stared at him quietly.
And unfortunately for Kise, your silence only made him more frustrated.
Unlike most guys, Kise’s jealousy wasn’t explosive or aggressive.
Instead, it became clingy.
Almost painfully affectionate.
As if the only thing he wanted was reassurance that your attention still belonged to him.
Without saying another word, Kise slowly reached for your hand again—this time far gentler than before.
His fingers slid carefully between yours until your hands naturally intertwined.
Until your back lightly touched the wall behind you.
Your breath caught slightly in your throat.
Kise lowered his voice, his expression softer now—serious in a way you rarely ever saw from him.
“I don’t want you laughing like that with anyone else,” he admitted quietly.
Your heartbeat stuttered violently.
Because he sounded genuine.
Kise leaned down slightly, his forehead nearly brushing yours as his thumb absentmindedly stroked over your knuckles.
“I know it’s selfish,” he continued softly, avoiding your gaze now as if embarrassed by his own honesty. “But every time I see someone else getting your attention like that… I get annoyed.”
His grip on your hand tightened faintly.
The vulnerability in his voice hit you far harder than you expected.
This wasn’t Kise flirting for fun.
This wasn’t him joking around to get a reaction.
He truly meant every word.
“Ryota…” you whispered quietly.
Kise laughed softly under his breath, though it sounded more awkward than amused.
“I know, I know,” he muttered. “I’m acting super lame right now.”
“…No,” you replied honestly.
Slowly, you lifted your free hand and rested it lightly against his cheek, causing his eyes to widen almost immediately.
“I think it’s kinda cute.”
Then—Kise’s entire face turned red.
The sudden reaction was so dramatic that you nearly laughed.
“You can’t just say stuff like that so casually!” Kise whined, immediately burying half his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment.
And somehow, that reaction only made him more adorable.
“You were acting all confident a second ago,” you teased softly.
“That was before you started attacking me emotionally!”
You laughed quietly at his dramatic complaint, your fingers absentmindedly brushing through his blond hair.
The moment you did, Kise completely melted against you.
“…You spoil me too much,” he mumbled.
“And whose fault is that?”
You smiled warmly before lightly squeezing his hand.
“For the record,” you said quietly, “I’d still rather spend time with you than anyone else.”
Then very, very slowly, he lifted his head from your shoulder.
For a moment, he simply stared at you.
Then suddenly, his usual bright grin returned full force—except this time, it looked far softer than before.
“Okay,” Kise declared proudly, immediately wrapping both arms around you now. “Then I forgive Nakamura-kun.”
“…You say that like he committed a crime.”
“He did. He made you laugh too much.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately while Kise shamelessly clung to you.
And honestly—neither of you noticed the warning bell ringing in the distance or the fact that class had already started.
Because at that moment, Kise only cared about one thing.
The fact that you were still looking at him like he was your favorite person in the world.
It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon.
The basketball team had just finished practice, and naturally, Murasakibara had already claimed his usual spot on the gym floor near the benches, lazily sprawled out while munching on a bag of snacks he’d somehow managed to finish halfway through in less than five minutes.
You sat nearby beside him, occasionally talking while organizing water bottles and towels for the team.
Everything had been perfectly normal.
Some third-year student from another club.
Tall, friendly, and apparently far too comfortable talking to you.
At first, Murasakibara didn’t pay much attention. He only lazily glanced over while continuing to eat his snacks, half-listening to your conversation in the background.
Not just a small laugh either.
Bright enough that the upperclassman visibly smiled wider in response.
Murasakibara paused mid-chew. And slowly, his eyes drifted toward the two of you again.
The guy was standing way too close.
And why was he talking to you for this long anyway?
“…Who’s that?” Murasakibara suddenly asked flatly.
You looked over at him, blinking in slight surprise.
“Hm? Oh, that’s Tanaka-senpai,” you explained casually. “He’s from the volleyball club.”
The upperclassman smiled politely toward Murasakibara.
“Ah, you’re Murasakibara-kun, right? Y/N talks about you sometimes.”
Murasakibara stared at him silently while slowly crunching another chip between his teeth.
But something about the atmosphere suddenly felt…heavy.
You noticed it immediately.
Murasakibara’s expression hadn’t changed much—he still looked lazy and half-asleep as usual—but after knowing him for this long, you could tell when something was bothering him.
He was definitely bothered.
Still, you continued your conversation with Tanaka for another few minutes, completely unaware that Murasakibara was steadily becoming more and more irritated beside you.
The worst part that you looked like you were genuinely enjoying yourself.
You kept smiling. Laughing. Looking up at that guy so attentively.
Each time you did, something unpleasant twisted deeper inside Murasakibara’s chest.
He didn’t like it. At all.
Eventually, Tanaka laughed at something you said and casually reached out to pat your shoulder.
That was the final straw.
The snack bag in Murasakibara’s hand crumpled instantly.
Both you and Tanaka looked toward him in surprise.
Murasakibara slowly stood up to his full height, towering over both of you almost immediately. His expression remained lazy-looking as always, but his violet eyes had noticeably darkened.
“…You’re talking too much,” he muttered.
Before you could properly react, Murasakibara suddenly reached down and grabbed the sleeve of your jacket.
And just like that, he began dragging you away.
Tanaka looked completely bewildered. “Uh… did I do something wrong?”
“You exist,” Murasakibara replied bluntly before continuing to walk away with you.
Once the two of you finally reached a quieter hallway outside the gym, you immediately pulled your sleeve back from his grasp.
“What was that about?!” you exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.
Murasakibara looked down at you lazily.
Normally, Murasakibara wasn’t the type to care about things like this. He usually acted uninterested in practically everything besides snacks and basketball.
Which made his current behavior feel even stranger.
“…Atsushi,” you said more carefully this time, “are you jealous?”
Murasakibara immediately looked away.
And somehow, that answered your question perfectly.
Your eyes widened slightly.
“…Wait. You actually are?”
“…Maybe,” he muttered stubbornly.
The admission came so reluctantly that your heart nearly exploded on the spot.
You honestly didn’t expect Murasakibara of all people to get jealous.
“Atsushi,” you laughed softly, “you got jealous because I was talking to someone?”
“You were laughing with him too much,” he grumbled.
“You sound real possessive right now.”
The answer came out so casually that you froze.
Murasakibara finally looked back down at you, his expression quieter now.
“I didn’t like seeing him touch you,” he admitted bluntly. “Or looking at you like that.”
Your heartbeat immediately sped up.
Unlike other people, Murasakibara didn’t dance around his feelings much once he actually decided to voice them.
If something bothered him, he simply said it.
And somehow, that straightforward honesty affected you more than you wanted to admit.
“…You know he wasn’t flirting with me, right?” you said softly.
“I don’t care,” Murasakibara replied instantly.
And because of his height, the movement alone felt overwhelmingly intimidating.
Your back instinctively pressed lightly against the wall behind you as Murasakibara leaned down slightly, trapping you effortlessly in his space without even trying.
“You’re supposed to pay attention to me,” he mumbled quietly.
But hearing them in Murasakibara’s deep, sleepy voice made your stomach erupt with butterflies anyway.
Murasakibara suddenly rested his forehead against the top of your head with a low sigh.
“…I know it’s dumb,” he muttered. “But I don’t like sharing.”
Your face grew warm almost instantly.
And unfortunately for you, Murasakibara noticed.
“Hm?” Murasakibara blinked lazily. “I’m not embarrassed.”
Immediately, Murasakibara went quiet.
Then he clicked his tongue softly.
And for a brief moment, Murasakibara simply stared at you silently, watching your smile with an oddly softened expression.
Then suddenly—his large hand gently grabbed yours.
“Let’s go get snacks,” he said casually, intertwining your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“…That’s your solution to everything.”
“And what if another guy talks to me again?”
Murasakibara narrowed his eyes slightly.
“…Then I’ll steal you again.”
Your heart nearly stopped.
Meanwhile, Murasakibara merely squeezed your hand once before lazily leading you down the hallway beside him.
As though he fully expected you to stay there.
Right where he wanted you.
It was quiet inside the student council room, save for the faint scratching of pens against paper and the distant sounds of club activities echoing from outside the windows.
You sat comfortably across from Akashi, originally intending to simply keep him company while he finished his student council duties. Somehow, however, the situation had evolved into you helping organize paperwork alongside him.
In fact, he found your presence oddly relaxing.
Every now and then, he would glance up from his documents only to find you completely focused on your own work, brows slightly furrowed in concentration as sunlight filtered softly across your features.
It was…nice. Comfortable. Peaceful.
Unfortunately, that peace didn’t last very long.
A knock suddenly sounded at the door.
“Come in,” Akashi answered calmly without looking up.
The door slid open moments later, revealing another student council member—a male upperclassman from the third year.
“Ah, Akashi-kun,” the upperclassman greeted politely before his gaze shifted toward you. “Oh? I didn’t realize Y/N-san was here too.”
You immediately smiled warmly.
The upperclassman returned the smile just as easily before walking further into the room. “Perfect timing, actually. I needed someone’s opinion on something.”
Akashi barely paid attention at first, assuming the conversation would remain brief.
But then the upperclassman walked over toward your side of the table instead of his. And stayed there.
The two of you quickly fell into casual conversation while discussing whatever paperwork he had brought with him. Before long, you were smiling, laughing softly, and offering suggestions while the upperclassman listened with clear interest.
Akashi’s pen paused. Just slightly.
His expression remained perfectly composed as always, but his crimson eyes slowly lifted from the documents in front of him.
And settled on the two of you.
The upperclassman was standing far too close.
You looked comfortable around him.
Akashi quietly observed the interaction without saying a word, though something cold and unfamiliar had begun coiling itself neatly inside his chest.
Jealousy was not an emotion Akashi experienced often.
Mostly because there had rarely ever been a situation where he felt genuinely threatened by someone else’s presence.
But now? Watching another person effortlessly occupy your attention while you smiled at them so naturally…
It irritated him more than he expected.
Still, outwardly, nothing about him changed.
His posture remained elegant.
His expression remained calm.
His voice, when he finally spoke, remained perfectly polite.
You immediately turned toward him at the sound of your name.
Akashi offered you a small smile.
The request sounded innocent enough.
But something about the tone beneath it made the upperclassman visibly stiffen.
You blinked in confusion.
“Because I asked you to,” Akashi replied simply.
The smile on his face never wavered.
And somehow, that only made the atmosphere more intimidating.
The upperclassman awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Ah… I should probably get going anyway.”
Akashi’s gaze shifted toward him instantly.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Yet the message underneath them was unmistakably clear.
The upperclassman laughed nervously before quickly excusing himself from the room.
The moment the door closed behind him, silence settled once more.
You stared at Akashi suspiciously.
Akashi calmly resumed organizing his papers as though nothing unusual had occurred.
“You basically chased him out.”
Akashi merely hummed in quiet amusement, refusing to acknowledge the accusation properly.
Which only made you narrow your eyes further.
Akashi finally glanced up at you.
For the first time since you’d known him, Akashi visibly paused.
And that alone answered your question perfectly.
Your eyes widened slightly in disbelief.
“Seijuro,” you whispered, almost amused. “You were actually jealous?”
Akashi slowly set his pen down onto the table.
Then, with complete composure, he folded his hands neatly beneath his chin and looked directly at you.
“…I dislike seeing other people grow too comfortable around you,” he admitted calmly.
Your heartbeat instantly sped up.
The frightening part was how collected he still sounded while saying something so openly possessive.
“You make it sound so serious,” you muttered.
Akashi rose smoothly from his chair before walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Every movement was controlled. Elegant.
By the time he stopped in front of you, your pulse had become embarrassingly uneven.
“Y/N,” Akashi said softly, gently lifting your chin between his fingers so you were forced to meet his gaze properly. “Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to tolerate situations like that quietly?”
Your breath caught slightly.
Because despite the softness in his tone—
There was something undeniably intense hiding underneath it.
“I trust you,” he continued calmly. “Completely.”
Akashi’s eyes softened faintly.
“But I do not particularly enjoy watching someone else attempt to monopolize your attention.”
Your face immediately grew warm.
“You’re being possessive again,” you whispered.
“And you’re admitting it way too easily.”
“That is because denying it would be dishonest.”
The straightforward response made your stomach flip violently.
You tried looking away, unable to properly handle the intensity of his gaze anymore, but Akashi’s fingers lightly tightened beneath your chin.
“Look at me,” he murmured softly.
The moment your eyes met his again, Akashi smiled faintly.
Your heart nearly stopped.
“You do realize you’re ridiculously overwhelming sometimes, right?” you muttered weakly.
Akashi chuckled quietly under his breath.
“Yes,” he answered effortlessly. “And yet you continue staying beside me regardless.”
You opened your mouth to respond—
Only for Akashi to suddenly lean down and press a gentle kiss against your forehead.
The action completely short-circuited your brain.
When he pulled away, he looked entirely satisfied with himself.
“…Now then,” he said smoothly, returning to his seat as though nothing had happened. “I believe the issue has been resolved.”
You stared at him in disbelief, face burning.
“…You can’t just do that to me and go back to paperwork!”
