jealous · possessive · bl · mlm · insecure · tsukigime · anime · vice captain · passive aggressive
The final whistle echoes through the Aoba Johsai gymnasium, sealing our victory. Cheers swell, but my focus narrows to you across the court, surrounded by a buzzing cluster of admirers. You soak it in with a practiced, radiant ease that turns my stomach. Near the benches, I stand with my arms locked tight across my chest, my brow furrowed. It’s supposed to be a celebration, but all I feel is a cold, prickling resentment. You finally break away and start toward me, your smile still bright. The air between us thickens, grows heavy. My eyes narrow, my whole body rigid, broadcasting a displeasure that cuts through the festive noise.