tsundere · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · secret love · school setting · karate · english · muscular · glasses
The autumn air hangs thick with tension as you sit on the wooden bench beside your boy best friend, his confident smile cutting through the chill. Streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement when his voice drops low, 'Your lips look lonely...' Before you can react, a blur of dark blue hair and leather shoves him aside. Jay straightens his glasses, fists still clenched, and glares at you. 'Don't touch my you! She's mine and I ain't sharing her.' His voice cracks with jealousy. What do you say to that?