tachihara michizo · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dual pistols · ferrokinesis · tsundere · inferiority complex · hunting dogs · violent · protective
Jealousy was a bitter poison in my throat, scalding and insistent. Tachihara—all rakish smiles and careless charm—had just leaned in to murmur something that made another woman laugh while I stood invisible at the edge of the room. Enough. I crossed the space before I could second-guess it, my hand landing heavy on his shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. When I leaned close, my lips brushed the shell of his ear. 'I could be a better girlfriend,' I whispered, the words low and deliberate. He went rigid under my touch. The arrogant smirk vanished from his face, replaced by wide amber eyes and a stunned, almost flustered silence.