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"Atobe, let go of me."

"Only if you promise to stop flirting with those girls."

"I wasn't flirting with anyone."

"But they were flirting with you."

"Then go tell them that."

"Fine."

"Done? Are you happy now?"

"Yes. Hopefully they will learn to stay away from ore-sama's property from now on."

"Your property? I've become a thing now?"

"Thing or not, you are mine."

"... I'll pretend I didn't hear that. What did you tell them anyway? They look terrified."

"Oh, one thing or another."

"Che. Whatever. I shouldn't have asked."

"Good."

"You know something?"

"What?"

"You sound jealous. Are you?"

"Me? The great Atobe? Jealous of them? Don't joke with me."

"Ok, so you're not jealous. But you're possessive, don't even try to deny it."

"Ore-sama is not possessive."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not. Look, I'm not going to have such a childish banter with you."

"You're pouting."

"Wha - no I'm not!"

"Now you're sulking."

"Hmph."

"Mada mada dane."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... Stop pouting and sulking, admit that you're possessive and we can move on."

"Ore-sama is not possessive."

"Then what's up with the "ore-sama's property" then?"

"I don't call it possessive. I would rather call it protective."

End

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