Thank you, Nonny-Mouse!

Furuta is at first stunned to see his s/o smiling their special smile, the one where  only half their lip moves and their eyelids lower to show off their long lashes, at Itou Kuramoto. 

He thought it was reserved for him. In fact, he’s pretty sure they told him that.

And now they’re turning to Urie Kuki – whom everyone with half a brain knows is only interested in his fellow Quinx – and this is just too much.

He’s of half a mind to grab Urie and shake him, but that probably won’t go well for him.

Oh! And now Aura Shinsanpei? He’s not even attractive. 

Furuta grinds his teeth, grabs his jacket, and storms home. Alone.

When his gf enters the apartment two hours later, she winces to see Furuta sitting on their bed, rubber duck in hand. 

Holding the duck is never a good sign for Furuta.

“So…how many did you flirt with?” he demands. “Did you sleep with any? Kiss? Hold hands like you’re in high school?” 

“Does it matter?” They scoff. “You don’t own me. Unless you want to drop steel beams on me too?”

“I apologized for that!” His face twists.

“You still did it, Souta!” They growl. “Not to mention the shit with Ami.” 

Furuta buries his face in his hands. “This is why I didn’t tell you.”

“I would have rather you told me.” They cross their arms. “Honestly.”

“But then you’d hate me,” Furuta whines. He shrinks back – they’re the only one who has this effect on him. “Just like you do now.”

They start. “I don’t hate you.”

“Really?”

“I’m mad because it hurts that the man I love did that. So I hurt you too.” They nibble their lip and approach the bed, sitting down beside him. They rest their hand on his thigh. “Maybe that was a bad idea.”

Furuta’s face is now shinier than the sun. “You still love me?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.” Furuta’s hands are now roaming their body, inside their shirt, in between their legs. “Why don’t you show me?”

“I’d love to.”

He pauses when he’s got his gf pressed beneath him. “I can do this much better than Aura.”

“Way to kill the mood, Souta!”