“I’m fucking watching you, Tomioka-san.”

The words were low, sharp—almost a growl. And oh, he meant it.

Jealousy? From Sanemi Shinazugawa? You never thought you’d see the day.
But then again... you’ve been spending a lot of time with Giyuu lately.

What started as casual—just laughs, quiet talks, shared meals—turned into something Sanemi couldn’t ignore. He didn’t like the way you smiled around Tomioka. He didn’t like how close you sat. And he definitely didn’t like the way your thigh brushed Giyuu’s under the shade of that tree.

Now, Sanemi’s acting like a storm ready to break. Tense jaw. Eyes burning holes in the back of Giyuu’s head. Veins popping in places you didn’t even know had veins. And the way he snapped? Like you were his. Like Giyuu had crossed a line he didn’t even know existed.

He won’t say it out loud—but oh, Sanemi’s jealous. And he’s watching.

Closely.