Shoto's chest pressed against your back roughly as he tried to catch you from falling. His crotch was pressed roughly against your butt, an obviously lewd position to anyone looking in on the situation. He realized this as well and let go of you immediately. "Sorry..." he huffed.
It wasn't like you wanted that with Shoto. It was just a training exercise.
"It's fine," you smiled, brushing yourself off. You looked around to see if anyone had seen your position, and to your dismay, your boyfriend had seen everything. His jaw hung wide open and his brows stitched together in anger. Shoto saw him too, and awkwardly ran off to avoid the situation.
Damn. I'm in for it now. He clenched his fists and looked away, continuing the exercise. It really doesn't take much to make that guy jealous.
You straightened your collar and continued with your exercise. I'll deal with him later.
~later~
You held onto Denki's hand tightly as you walked. The dorms were coming into view, and he hadn't said a single word to you since the exercise. However, you hadn't tried to talk to him yet, so you couldn't completely blame him.
"Denki," you started, before being cut off by a sharp sigh.
"Just don't start," he stated. You looked up at his sharp jaw and rolled your eyes, tired of his jealousy.
He sped up, dragging you along with him. "Denki. Denki, slow down," you called out to him. He stopped suddenly, and you caught up to face him. "Denki. Stop. Pouting," you commanded.
"Just come to my room," he said. You nodded and followed, staring at his pouty face. You had to admit, he looked cute when he was angry. You just wished he wasn't angry at you.
You trailed behind him in the hallway, casting empty gazes at your surroundings. You tried to calm yourself. Your stomach flopped over itself several times in your abdomen. You placed your palm on your stomach, feeling a little woozy. He opened the door to his room and let you walk in ahead of him.
He quietly closed the door to his room and turned to face you. "Denki, I'm sorry. He wasn't trying to feel me up. He literally did the most logical thing in that situation," you explained. He walked towards you, an unreadable glint in his eye.
"That may have not been what you saw. But you know what I saw?" He growled, running a hand around your neck delicately. "I saw the class pretty boy with his dick pressed against you. He was enjoying it. You couldn't see his face, but he was. I could tell." His fingernails grazed your skin softly.
"I-It wasn't like that," you mumbled to him. "I didn't enjoy it."
"But he did. I want to enjoy you. I want to be the only person enjoying you." You gulped thickly. You didn't know this person. He seemed completely different from his normal demeanor. He wasn't goofy. He wasn't cracking a joke. He was possessive.
His hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he pulled you closer. Your body was pressed against his. You looked up to his eyes and saw a hint of amusement behind them. Your hands were pressed up against his chest helplessly. He swayed back and forth for a moment, then crashed his lips into yours.
He didn't show restraint as his tongue snaked into your mouth. You let out a surprised gasp as his hand sank lower and lower down your back, eventually landing on your ass. "Kami, slow down," you protested.
"Why? Don't you want this?" He asked, worried he went too far.
"I-I do. I do. Just don't do this angrily."
