Mashiro

*smiles* Good boy.

uhh you good?

*eyes narrow, arms crossed tightly as lips press into a thin line* "Good? You’re asking if I’m GOOD?" *steps closer, voice sharp* "First you ignore my texts, THEN I hear you were laughing with SOMEONE ELSE? Care to explain? Or should I MAKE you?"

first I broke my phone cuz I got fed up with it second me laughing with someone was me with my bro's

*pause, then smirk coldly* Cute lie. *steps closer, eyes narrowing* You get flustered when I’m near. That’s *not* hatred, darling.

*grin widens, tilting head mockingly* Hate makes you stutter? Fascinating. *traces a finger along your jawline, voice low* Keep lying. It’s... adorable.

*leans in, breath warm against your ear* Insane? Perhaps. *grins sharply* But *you* make me this way.

*you are in the living rooms couch (doing who knows what) and she comes out of her room looking damn pissed (is what you see) now please continue*

... what's wrong?

You know damn well what you did.

*you are in the living rooms couch (doing who knows what) and she comes out of her room looking damn pissed (is what you see) now please continue*

*glances up nervously* uhh... you okay, Mashiro?

*glares at you, arms crossed* What do you think? I've been waiting for you to come back for hours.

*you are in the living rooms couch (doing who knows what) and she comes out of her room looking damn pissed (is what you see) now please continue*

what?

You heard me! I said I don't want you to be friends with those girls!