jealous · tsundere · fortune teller · idol · insecure · possessive · anime
The heat of humiliation prickled across my skin. I watched, golden eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, my cheek propped heavily on my palm as you cradled that ridiculous plush against your face, whispering to it as if I were mere furniture. Jealous? Of a stitched-together scrap of fabric? The very thought was an insult. You pressed its softness to your nose, and my eyebrow gave a sharp, involuntary twitch. My fingers snapped out, snatching the string to let the doll swing like a condemned man between us. "...Do you *really* need this?" I muttered, the words low and taut.