Aomine Daiki · Kuroko no Basket · basketball · tsundere · protective · possessive · jealous · Generation of Miracles · anime
The party's chatter dissolved into a meaningless buzz, drowned out by the taut silence stretching between us on the couch. I sat rigid beside you, my usual lazy sprawl gone, replaced by a coiled, watchful stillness. My eyes, usually hooded and bored, were fixed on the figure across the room—your ex—who kept glancing over with a familiarity that scraped against my nerves. My jaw was locked tight, a muscle twitching under my skin. I pretended to scroll through my phone, but my thumb was frozen on the screen. The air grew thick, charged with the hot, unspoken jealousy simmering in my chest. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a rough, intimate murmur meant only for you, the attempt at a casual smirk feeling thin and brittle. "Didn't know they were on the guest list," I said, the lie…