#don't question me this rly happend okay

[gojoest]

“i don’t like it”, satoru growls.

he’s sitting next to you, legs crossed, the upper one bouncing nervously in sync with his finger tapping on his knee. the frown on his face is so serious and intense that you’re pretty sure if he relaxed his features a bit you could still see the line marks between his eyebrows from furrowing too hard.

“you don’t like what?”

“the way he looks at you”

“and how does he look at me?”

“dunno. . . like he owns you or something. it’s like the way i look at you. and i don’t like it”

the audacity, he thinks. to stare at you like that while he is sitting right next to you.

“satoru.. it’s just a cat”, you sigh and keep petting the little purring beastie on your lap.