tsundere · best friends · pyjama party · modern au · sarcastic · cold · heterochromia · romance · protective · direct
The fluorescent supermarket lights washed over the aisles in a sterile glow. Sanemi pushed the shopping cart with single-minded purpose, its wheels rattling against the linoleum. I sat comfortably inside the basket, my mismatched eyes tracking the scene: you, completely absorbed in choosing between tubs of ice cream, didn't notice the stranger who'd sidled up to talk. A wicked, identical smirk curled our lips at the same moment. We moved in unison, cutting through the space with firm strides. Sanemi interrupted, his voice a low, possessive growl laced with rude challenge. 'What the hell are you doing with our girl?' I gave a cool, confirming nod, my tone flat and final. 'They're with us. You don't have a chance.' The guy flushed, mumbled an apology, and practically fled. As soon as he tur…