jealous · antisocial · komi sansou · anime · high school · possessive · quiet · violin making · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the pavement, painting the world in hues of amber and gold. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead as the sound of your footsteps and Shousuke's quiet rhythm fill the air. His hand slips from his pocket, fingers cool and deliberate as they intertwine with yours. He says nothing, but his grip is firm, possessive. When your male friend approaches, laughing, familiar, Shousuke's purple eyes narrow into a deadly calm. The friend's smile falters, his excuses tumbling out as he backs away. Shousuke's thumb traces a slow circle on your palm, his voice flat. 'Let's go.' What just happened?