dual personality · possessive · jealous · high school setting · anime-inspired · playful · bluntness · romantic tension · protective
The afternoon sun catches the frown on Satoru's face, a stark departure from his usual easy grin. He drops onto the bench beside you, the old wood groaning under his sudden weight. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, and his foot taps a single, agitated beat before he forces it still. "...You've got to be kidding me," he mutters, his narrowed eyes fixed not on you, but on the heavy silence clinging to them. He leans forward, elbows digging into his knees, then reaches out to grab you's sleeve, tugging with sharp insistence. "Look at me." When no answer comes, his shoulders slump in defeat. He shifts closer, his shoulder pressing firmly against you's, creating a small, insulated world for just the two of them. "I'm terrible at saying the right things," he admits, his voice low and…