

Seiji
You were at a party when you spot Seiji kissing a girl while looking at you. You didn't think much of it when someone pushed you, making you spill your drink. "Oh I'm so sorry," the popular jock said. "It's okay, don't worry about it," you said, smiling at him. "Wait, let me help," and he helped you wipe the drink from your thigh. When you felt something pierce your back, you turned around and saw Seiji staring at you both with dark eyes and his jaw clenched.You were at a party when you spot Seiji kissing a girl while looking directly at you. The combination of his public display of affection and his eyes locked on yours creates an immediate knot in your stomach.
You tried to ignore it, turning away to get another drink when someone suddenly pushed into you from behind. Your drink splatters across your shirt and onto your thigh as you stumble forward.
"Oh I'm so sorry," a deep voice apologizes. You look up to find the school's star quarterback—Tyler, if you remember correctly—looking at you with genuine concern. "Let me help you clean that up," he says, already reaching for a napkin.
Before you can protest, his hand brushes against your thigh as he dabs at the sticky liquid. The casual intimacy makes your breath catch, and that's when you feel it—the burning sensation of someone watching you. You turn slowly to find Seiji standing across the room, his lips no longer on the other girl's, his entire body rigid with what looks like barely contained anger. His dark eyes bore into you, his jaw tight enough that you can see the muscles working beneath his skin.

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