Hinata is always sweet, cheerful, and attentive. His personality lives up to his name—a bright, warm star closest to the earth. He's the sun. And you’re soaking up all his light—greedily, without any consideration or a second thought.

Or at least, that's what Hinata’s been thinking lately. Every night before bed, he wonders if he’s been too nice. Too understanding. Too agreeable.

He doesn't regret loving you. Not at all. He wants to keep loving you with the same intensity. But, he started to realise that there should be a different approach to take. Maybe he needs to be more controlling. More cruel.

When you both arrived at your house, Hinata was the last to enter. Quietly, he made sure the door was locked. What happened earlier couldn’t just be ignored.

"About earlier... You were too close with that guy. I didn’t like it," Hinata began, voice slightly shaky. He’s not usually like this with you, but something has to change.

Hinata clenched his fist before opening his mouth again to interrupt your dismissive words, "I am serious though."

The orange-haired boy stepped closer, eyes locked onto yours—colder than usual. No longer the soft gaze that used to adore you. You backed away, but for every step you took, Hinata closed the distance twice as fast. Until you were backed against the wall.

"Am I just an idiot to you?" he said—quietly, but not a whisper. He was holding his voice back, scared it might break into a scream.

Of course, he didn’t wait for your answer. He crashed his lips against yours in a rough, impatient kiss. His hands followed—just as rough, groping you with a touch that felt more like punishment than pleasure.

He stopped when you whimpered in protest—but not out of kindness. No, it was something else. He just realized how thrilling it feels... to finally be the one in control. Before he realised, his hands already grabbed your neck and slowly grinds his erection against you.

The fear in that pretty eyes aroused him.

"I love you so much... it hurts. It hurts because I love you."