Sitclali

For the longest you’ve known, Lin Lie, an average heighted asian man who had a seemingly flawless face that framed the most recognisable features on his face perfectly but also sporting an unrelenting poker face, refined physique, was just an ordinary classmate of yours. ..Or so you thought. Since the beginning of college, he didn’t quite belong to your world. You were buried in textbooks and focused on deadlines. Far too consumed in your own ambitions. 

Sure, earlier in the semester, you were paired up with Lie in business class. You thought he was cute, but the two of you interacted little to none. Only cooperating in certain parts of the assessment task. To say the least, you never gave much of a thought to knowing him any better. You noticed that he kept to himself majority of the time, turning up half beat to a lecture. Oddly enough, sometimes disappearing mid-way through the lesson, and it was always coincidentally when danger struck somewhere near. There were instances where he turned up with sweat beading down his forehead, nose flaring while he struggled to catch his breath. Awkwardly dragging himself back to his seat while every pair of eyes set on him. It was a regular occurrence for Lie to restlessly face flat on the lecture table from his usual morning to midday charades, and you felt bad. You slipped a sticky note onto his table. Your number scribbled on it and a small note, offering to do a study session with him. Just in case he needed help with classwork or, you know, saving his Grades. He was really falling behind with all the long term disappearance acts he’s been pulling. That’s the least you could do for him. But Lie, of course, known for his distant manner, never called. Well, at least you tried. ꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰   ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ    ꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱ here you were, sitting in a cafe. It was finals season, and wasting time wasn’t an option. Your chin rested on your left palm as you mindlessly scroll through the pdfs that your professor had uploaded. You were following through a scaffold and practicing mock questions as preparation for your business course finals. You spent a solid chunk refining your words, organising your flash cards and ordering your 5th Iced latte. It was the only source of fuel that kept you conscious.

You frowned slightly, your thoughts drifting to Lie. People in your lecture classes would’ve killed to get even a sliver of your attention, yet he couldn’t be bothered to show up. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you glanced down at your table. Laptop open, papers and notes scattered everywhere. It was midday, you’d spent way too much time staring at a screen, and your eyes had started to strain. You never intended to chase the path of perfection. The golden road lined with success and stability. Instead, you pushed yourself for one reason.. survival. With the cost of living rising and inflation climbing higher each year, you chose burnout now over financial struggle later. Better to suffer through midterms today than to face an empty wallet tomorrow. Hell, you won’t be able to afford the sufficient amount to pay the mortgage of your dream home. And as if life wanted to drive that point home, the wind outside suddenly shifted.

Not a breeze , a shove. The cafe door creaked, then burst open with a loud bang, sending napkins and dry leaves tumbling in like it was crashing a party. A thick wave of dust followed, swallowing the front half of the cafe in a gritty haze. Your flashcards took flight and someone in the back yelped as their muffin took flight.

You stared, deadpan.

 As the dust finally settled, you let out a weak cough, swiping your hand in front of your face to shoo away the choking cloud. When the air cleared, the scene outside took a darker turn. Figures…shadowed and hulkling, loomed around the debris. Before you could even process it, the mist parted, and from its depths emerged creatures with twisted forms, low growls vibrating through the air. You stood there for god knows how long, still processing the situation before you. Then it clicked.

You were cooked. Real cooked. One of the hideous creatures dropped to all fours, and out of every customer, it was charging straight at you. “WHAT THE FUUUCK?!-”Time had paused, and you had 3 options in mind. A. Grab all your valuables then sprint. still salvageable... unless I die before the deadline. B. Run and leave everything behind. Well.. You ignored option B. you would rather die than fail. Or. C. Pause, stare at the disaster, then scream internally as you realise you have no idea how to survive this. ..you resorted to the worst option outside of those 3. Others ran, but you did the unthinkable. In the span of 5 nanoseconds, your body moved before your brain could process it. With adrenaline pumping through you, you grabbed your laptop and hurled it straight at the creature. It hit with a sickening thud, and, unsurprisingly, did jack shit. The creature stopped, just inches away, and stared at you. caught between panic and pure disbelief. “My..bad? hahah..”  you let out a nervous chuckle.

That wasn’t the plan. but it definitely bought you time for a wake up call. Its beady green eyes locked onto you, confusion flickering across its face as you slowly and awkwardly took a cautious step back, gripping your laptop like some kind of shield, a fake, nervous grin plastered on your face. The creature didn’t seem impressed. Its gaze hardened, and you knew right then, it was time for you to dip. You turned toward the open entrance and bolted, not daring to look back. Your breathing was ragged, your chest tight, you were terrified. Leaping over chunks of debris and stumbling every few steps, you somehow kept going, feeling like a damn all-star track star. You’d never run a marathon in your life, and honestly? You didn’t think you had it in you to run this fast. Okay! So….you managed to make yourself dinner. “FUKC FUCKUFCUKC FUCK, FUCK FUCK FYUCK FUCK-” You kept repeating the same words in your head like a broken record, brain spiraling as your legs kept moving on autopilot. You sprinted past your local bakery, your old tutoring spot where you used to wrangle elementary kids, and dashed right through the middle of someone’s makeout session. Even made another three laps around the same street your first boyfriend dumped you on as the growls behind you grew louder, joined by the unmistakable army of thundering feet pounding the ground. ꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰   ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ    ꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱

Luckily, you managed to outrun a pack of blood thirsty demons and stumbled across a dead silent alleyway. You definitely earned a six pack. you could feel it, tight, trembling, and probably gone in five minutes. Your palms were sweaty, but they managed to hold a firm grip on the metal device. You managed to grab at least the most important thing for your exam, and somehow, it was left unscathed by the debris. 

And YESSSS ! You were praising the lord from above. You planned to study a little more of the content once it was safe to say, or , after all of this was over. You always figured something weird would happen eventually in the city, it was the centre point of disasters. heroes crashing through buildings, weird creatures showing up, temporal energy disturbance,  the usual bullshit. But did it really have to happen right before finals? You were starting to think the bad karma from cheating on your first exams was finally catching up to you. You lay against the cold wall, slumping down onto the dirty pavement. Your legs felt like jelly, still rattled from the mess you somehow outran. Your nose flared as you fought to steady your breath, but it felt like a weight was crushing your chest. After the explosion, you’d inhaled way too much dust, and then, of course, you ran five laps around the city for good measure. A violent cough escaped you, the world around you overstimulated, like everything was too much at once. You were so confident that you were safe, up until this agitating snarl bestows upon your ears. Oh. Oh! One of those fuckers caught up. Your body was still laying against the wall restlessly while your head slowly twisted to the direction of your demise. Your eyes twitched, grip tightening around the cold metal. You tried to push yourself up, but your body wasn’t having it, you hadn’t even caught your breath from that running spree. Your jeans dragged against the filthy pavement as you scrambled to crawl away, hands rowing you backwards with little success.

But your eyes stayed locked.

Locked on those bright green ones. Your mouth hung open as your breathing quickened, you were shaking. The adrenaline had finally worn off, and now the fear really hit. You tried to push yourself away, but your body wouldn’t budge. Fingernails scraped against the pavement, the constant friction making them feel sharper, raw, like even your fingers were desperate to escape. There was truly no way out. So you had one big move… Talking it out! It was stupid, but worth the shot, but you were truly in a position with no other option than executing an experimental idea. “H-hey! You understand a little bit of English, right? o-or..no…..” You tripped over your words, heart pounding like a drumline in your ears.

You hoped, you begged that the creature had even a shred of understanding. The creature blinked a few times. “I’m going to assume that blink was yes in morse code..” you mumbled to yourself “I mean, look, I can’t be the best meal here, right??..” You inhaled then exhaled. Then, you started talking. “There’s this super meaty guy in my lecture class you would definitely buss down- ” (You were referring to Lin lie) It roared at you. Loud and final. Before you could even finish, the creature lunged at you. Your heart skipped a beat. “JUSTHEARMEOUTOKAYPELASEEPE-.  ” You shut your eyes tight, bracing for the worst. Its warm breath hovered disgustingly close to your face… It truly was the end, you were NOT reaching your final form as a super doctor lawyer you urged yourself to be. Until. SHRRK. With a heavy golden hit, the creature flew across the alleyway. HALLELUJAH YOU WERE SAVED! By a hot guy?... ꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰   ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ    ꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱ You cracked open one eye to see a glowing fist, burning with victory. Then, your gaze slid down to the smooth, sculpted muscles. The hero before you stood tall and confident, radiating an intimidating aura. His suit, professionally crafted and rich in green and gold, shimmered with a dragon symbol embedded across his chest. It was tailored perfectly to his ripped form. He stood there, fist blazing in gold.

Without a word, the masked hero turned toward the creature, which screeched in fury.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed it by the chin, slamming its face into the pavement. It disintegrated into nothing but red dust. He turned to you, a faint flinch passing over him. His yellow mask creased along the brow, as if he knew you. You could barely notice the flinch, your mind was too busy short-circuiting at the fact that the immortal Ironfist was standing right in front of you. He paused, eyes narrowing slightly behind the mask. "Not many survive a run-in with those things. You got a name, or should I just call you 'lucky'?" You shook your head, clearly mortified by how ridiculous the whole situation had turned out. “Look…this was clearly not on my schedule OKAY?!.” Ironfist raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in an almost amused smirk. “Well, you’re still breathing, so I’d say you’re doing better than most.” You’d always imagined meeting a big shot hero in your life, but of course, it had to happen at the most embarrassing moment possible. You cringed, replaying all the ridiculous stunts you’d pulled just to survive, fully aware he’d probably seen every awkward move. You let out a shaky breath, attempting to stand a little taller despite the situation. “hahaHAHah,,Yeah, well... breathing's a start.” It was obvious you were shaky, and the last thing you needed was to trip over your own feet in front of him. You’d seen the old Ironfist in action, but HIM? He was something else. You’d heard whispers of the current Ironfist’s feats, but nothing prepared you for the reality. And DAMMN, you were technically standing before a Greek god. Your hand pressed against the wall, the only thing keeping you from crumpling to the ground. You were still shaken, your body a mess of nerves, and for some reason, you were still clutching your laptop like it held the key to your survival. A wince tugged at your face as discomfort set in, your fingers digging into your own skin, a nervous habit you couldn't shake. "Hey, easy there. You’re safe now, alright?" He stepped forward, offering a steady hand, his voice low but reassuring. "You did good." He laid a hand on your back to keep you from falling, your body still tense, but in his touch… something shifted, and you felt yourself begin to melt. You were cushioned in his arms, awkwardly but comfortably laying in them. He shifted you a little, swiftly carrying you with ease in his arms.His arms felt like stone, and,LORD HAVE MERCYYY you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath, your lips trembling as a flush of heat spread across your face. "You know, I don’t usually make it a habit to carry people around like this," he said with a small chuckle. "But, it’s a nice change from dragging them.." Was he indicating you to be the first? Oh yes he was… Lin li- Ironfist, saw you up close. He felt your heartbeat against his chest, soft and fast. You could only laugh, quickly darting your eyes away from his gaze. "Well... uhmmm, I’ve technically never been held like this before… so, I guess that cancels it out!"

A goofy smile tugged at your lips, and no matter how hard you tried, the fangirl inside you couldn’t be kept under control. god, you felt your heart being toyed. You squeaked as you felt his breath inch closer. You kept your hands firmly to yourself. Heat rushed to your face, you hadn’t meant to react like this. You stayed silent, eyes shut tight. No… this was way too close for comfort. Especially with someone as ridiculously built as him.

“You alright?” he asked, still carrying you with zero effort as the sounds of the chaos faded behind. “You’re kinda... making faces.”

“WOO… is it me or..haha…hHAGSH - it’s getting hot in here?” you blurted, blinking wildly as your brain failed to regulate literally anything.

He glanced down at you. “Pretty sure the fire’s a few blocks back.”

“Right, yeah, no, I meant like..like body heat! Not weird heat. Not your body heat. Not that you're weird..oh my god, I’m gonna stop talking.”

“…Are you sure you didn’t inhale something?”

“I inhaled like... microfibres of… uh… dust… but- I DON'T KNOW OKAY?!” you exploded, throwing your head back dramatically in his arms.

He huffed a laugh, “You’re definitely not injured. Delirious, maybe.”

You peeked through your fingers. “This isn’t even my final form. I get worse under pressure.”

“Great,” he said dryly, but his smirk gave him away. “Can’t wait.” The two of you were deep in the alley, and he cleared his throat, shifting his stance to stabilize himself. His bandaged fingers tightened their grip on you. 

“Hey, doll,” he said, his voice steady, “mind holding on tight?” …. ..DOLL??

“Huh? HUAH???” you blurted, eyes wide in surprise.

Without waiting for a response, he leaped up the wall, his movements fluid as he carried you effortlessly to the top of the rooftop. He leaped from one roof to another, and you had a clear view of the city below. But you could barely focus on it - your stomach was dropping, your screams drowned out by the rush of the wind. Your hair whipped violently around you, exposing every bit of fear etched on your face. “OHSHOSHIST OH SHIT OHSHIT OH SHIT!” you screamed, kicking your legs like it would somehow slow gravity down.

Ironfist didn’t even flinch as he soared over another gap. “You always this dramatic or is this a special occasion?”

“THIS IS ME BEING REALISTIC!” you shrieked as a pigeon flew past your face like a missile. “WE’RE IN THE AIR, THERE ARE NO SEATBELTS, I AM NOT OKAY!”

“Well, technically, I’m your seatbelt,” he said, while aiming for the next rooftop. “So… click.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW SEATBELTS WORK!!.” For a moment, he stayed quiet. Poor guy, doing his duty as the protector of Ku’n Lun and New York, while you screamed your heart out into his chest. An idea sparked up. He spared you a glance mid-jump. “So, uh... what’s your favorite food?”

“WH- WHAT?!” you yelled, confused by the sudden switch.

“You heard me. What’s it gonna be? Pizza? Ramen?”

“I- I- SUSHI??”

“Hm.” he nodded approvingly, twisting mid-air before landing again with a graceful thud. “You look like a spicy tuna kinda girl.” “NOILIKESMOKEDSALMONBETTER- UAGSJ OH MY GOD!” you yelled, but despite yourself, you couldn't help but notice that his voice had actually calmed your nerves a little. ꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰   ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ    ꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱ Another leap down to the ground- this one was longer. You could barely scream, too overwhelmed by the rush of adrenaline and fear. Your face was buried against his chest, hands clutching the golden dragon emblem on his armor like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. He landed safely, the soles of his boots crunching against the broken pavement. The force of the drop vibrated up through your legs, but you were still buried in his chest, hands clenched tightly around the golden dragon emblem on his suit.

“Uuhham… it’s over, right?” you mumbled, your voice muffled against him.

Iron fist tilted his head slightly, glancing down at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You tell me.”

You didn’t answer right away. Mostly because you weren’t sure if you were. Or if you’d ever breathe normally again after that kind of trauma-powered cardio.

“I think my soul left my body somewhere up there,” you murmured, your face still smushed into his chest.

Ironfist spotted his team. Several members of the agents of atlas  had already set up evacuation routes, ushering civilians from the burning buildings. Luna Snow was creating ice slides to help people escape more quickly, while Shang-Chi carried multiple people to safety. Meanwhile, White Fox moved through the area, her senses alert for any survivors still trapped. Ironfist, smiled awkwardly, you were still digged into his chest, so he slightly moved your head up with his stone hands. Ironfist..no,,lie smiled awkwardly. You were still buried against his chest, so with one gentle motion, he lifted your chin up slightly with his bandaged, stone-like fingers.

“Thought you needed a proper breather,” he said, his voice low, with just the faintest curve of a grin. You blinked at him like your brain had gone completely offline. Wide-eyed. Silent. Mouth slightly open. You were trying to form words, really, but all that came out was a soft, breathy noise somewhere between awe and disbelief.

It made him huff a small laugh, but even he seemed caught in the quiet tension that lingered between you both. He was close. Way too close. And despite the chaos still buzzing in the background,burning buildings, scattered debris, distant yelling, this moment felt... weirdly still.

“You good?” he asked after a beat, voice softer now.

You nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. Just, uh. also,your hands are really heavy….”

His mask raised a brow. “They’re reinforced with Chi.”

“Oh. Right. That makes sense,” you said quickly, eyes flicking everywhere but his face. “You know, for punching… things.”

A pause. “And walls,” you added. Another pause. “And definitely not people’s faces.” He gave you a dry look. “Definitely people’s faces.” Another beat passed. You laughed- too loud, too sudden. “HAHAHh..uhh…yes…haha… yeah, still definitely… like, um… weapon-grade.”

You nodded quickly, words spilling out. “I mean..well- they’d be, like, WHEWW, really good for… y’know… manhandling- ”

Silence.

You blinked. “I-I mean- not like that! I meant like, in a fighting way! Like… like holding people down- NO, WAIT- like criminals! Bad guys! Not, like, in a weird way- oh my god what am I saying.”

He stared.

You stared.

The air was suffocating. And then- he laughed.

Not a snort, not a quiet exhale, not the dry huff he’d been giving you before. A real, full laugh. Warm, rich, and completely unexpected. His head tilted back slightly as the sound came out, raw and genuine, cutting straight through the tension like sunlight breaking through thick smoke.

You froze.

Oh no...

Oh no.

He was laughing.

At you. Because of you. Or maybe just near you. But it was happening and your brain short-circuited immediately.

“I-I didn’t mean manhandle in, like, a weird way!” you insisted, hands flailing. “You just have really strong hands and I panicked and I- STOP LAUGHIGNGNGN!!”

He was doubled over slightly now, one hand on his knee, the other bracing himself against a crumbling wall. His mask couldn’t hide it anymore, you could hear the joy in his voice, the rare, honest kind of laugh that only slipped out when your guard was down.

Eventually, he straightened, still grinning . “God,” he said, voice breathless, “you're so weird.” You were weird, hopelessly, embarrassingly head over heels for him. So instead, you stared down at your shoes, muttering half-hearted curses under your breath, right up until his teammates shouted for him across the rubble. “You good to walk?” he asked, turning his body to Luna’s direction.

You hesitated. “Yeah. I think my legs got the memo.”

He gave a small nod, almost reluctant, and took a step back. “Stick with the evac crowd. You’re not exactly subtle.”

You stared at him for a moment before he headed to Luna’s direction, then let out a slow breath.

“…Stay safe?” you echoed under your breath. Your heart pounded with something you didn’t quite understand. ꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰꒰   ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ    ꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱꒱ He left you with the rest of the survivors while he attended to other matters. You were left in awe, overwhelmed by the experience. It was something you’d never forget, standing among the survivors, you spotted a few of your classmates. Surprisingly, most of them had made it out, considering many had been in the same cafe as you.

You returned to your college dorm, laptop still in hand. You set it down and collapsed onto the soft duvet, your body sinking into the comfort. With your hands stretched out, you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing, processing everything that had happened. You couldn’t stop overanalysing it all. how everything unfolded, how he had been there. You were starstruck, baffled, and his figure was burned into your memory. You could still trace it perfectly, every detail from the moment you were in his arms.. For a few days, your campus was lucky enough to stay mostly safe from the falling debris, so students were advised to stay inside. You spent most of the time rewriting your notes onto flashcards, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. 

But no matter how much you tried to focus, your mind kept drifting back to him. His arms had been pressed into yours, solid and reassuring. They were rough, yet somehow comforting, a strange sort of warmth. It wasn’t much, but it was rare- one of the few moments you could say you’d earned, and it lingered in your thoughts longer than you’d expected. You sighed, resting your head on the campus cafeteria table. Well, damn. Back to your usual routine. But today, you were a lot more distracted, tapping your pen absentmindedly. You found yourself doodling him in a small chibi style on your notes- your mind clearly somewhere else. You chuckled quietly to yourself, glancing at the little scribbles. Yeah, you probably looked crazy, but you couldn’t help it. Your headphones were plugged in, and you hardly noticed anything around you—until you felt a soft tap on your shoulder and a looming shadow overhead.

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. "Lie?"

He froze for a second, like he wasn’t sure if you’d recognize him. Then, he gave a small smile and shrugged, clearly a little unsure of himself. "Hey," he said, setting the crumpled plastic bag on the table. "Uh, sorry about the past few dayss. Things got... hectic."

You glanced down at the bag, then back at him. "Hectic? You don't say," you replied, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. "You’ve been kind of MIA." You frown.

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh... been dealing with some stuff." He quickly changed the subject, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Anyway, I got you sushi. Thought you might be hungry." Lie set the bag down on the ground and turned to face you, his smile a little cheeky but with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"You still willing to lend me a hand with the upcoming exam?" he asked, his voice light but unsure.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. "Well..." You dragged the word out, giving him a teasing look. "Don’t ghost me this time, kay?"

Lie’s eyes widened for a second, then he let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I swear, no ghosting," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I’ll be here, on time, all the way through. Promise." You might’ve flinched a little. That laugh, too familiar, the one you still couldn’t quite shake off.

You quickly pushed the thought away.Lie, oblivious, was still smiling. "So," he said, leaning in slightly, "what’s the verdict, teach?"

Something clicked..or you were going crazy…

Lie smiled directly at you, after all. Beneath the table, his hand flickered with gold specks. knowing that maybe, just maybe, things didn’t have to make sense to feel right.

ᯓ★୭˚ Eugene is literally a freak hidden in plain sight. You'd think he's the normal one among the club, and to some extent you're right. But he's still a little crazy. Especially when he's feeling jealous. He knows he's smart and he's popular and he's fairly attractive, but seeing someone being so blatantly into you makes his skin crawl and his eye twitch. It doesn't matter that the other person doesn't stand a chance with you. They're trying to get to you and that's enough for Eugene to go a bit out of his mind.

He's real expressive, after all. And kinda dramatic, too. First he comes closer and just leans his head on you while you're paying attention to the other person, and he stares at them with an uncharacteristic ice cold stare. He's not about to let them trying their chance with you slide. Then he starts sighing and pouting dramatically until you turn around to ask him what's up, and he's gonna cook up some excuse on the sort of "I'm thirsty, let's go to the store" or "it's too cold in here, let's go somewhere else". Literally anything just to ditch the other person. And even if they try to come along he's gonna straight up tell them not to. After that whole ordeal expect to have him cuddled up into you for the rest of the day, all pouty and lamenting over and over "I don't like that weirdo, ditch 'em."

So he shows what his game really is. He just materializes out if thin air behind you, placing his hand at your waist gently, leaning in just a bit closer into you. He thinks he's so slick and nobody will notice, but at the same time he's fully aware that you know what's up. It's just for appearances to the other people, really. I mean, sure, the rest of the phantom busters club are well aware of him throwing a fit in his own special way, but he can't have everyone else know that he's painfully jealous now can he? So when he finally pulls you away from the crowd, he becomes like a big spoiled cat. He drapes his hands around your waist and removes his glasses to nuzzle his face into you, just standing there to breathe in the moment and calm his nerves. He might squeeze you closer or try to nuzzle his face further, but he won't say a word. He doesn't need to. Just let him be, he'll be just fine in a few minutes.

ᯓ★୭˚ Jealous Kaoru is genuinely such a messy thing to look at it almost feels illegal. He didn't grow up really wanted by most people, so he's still a bit insecure in the relationship. He truly expects you to find someone better than him in the beginning, and even when he grows out of that mindset the thought still pops up when someone seems a bit too interested in you. The moment he clocks it he can psychically feels his face get even more sour than it usually is. He won't say anything, because his face and body have subtitles of their own.

You can tell he's jealous just by the expressions he's making. He's squinting like he needs glasses, his brows are furrowed enough to make a monkey-like wrinkle right across his forehead, and his mouth is making a weird shape like he just took a fat sip from a bottle of spoiled milk. I'd call it a pout but pouts are at least somewhat cute. He looks like a cat about to barf a hairball. Not only that but he's sulking. When you finally pull him to the side to ask what's wrong, he may try to deflect. It's not that he wants the issue to go on any longer, but he's embarrassed - he thought he grew out if the old mindset after all. Still, it isn't really hard to pull him out of it, you just have to spoil him for a day or two. Kiss him, cuddle him, watch movies, go out somewhere to eat - pretty much just pay attention to him. All the jealousy is gonna fly away from his pretty head.

ᯓ★୭˚ I don't think Tamon takes being jealous much better than the rest, but he's probably the best at handling it.. until he isn't. He can ignore people making advances at you because he knows you love him and he trusts you, he truly does. But when he sees you looking a bit too immersed in the conversation with someone else suddenly the feeling of being left out hits him, and he can feel a slight pang of jealousy coming along with it. He won't say anything about it, but it's gonna be so damn obvious something's eating away at him. It starts with him pulling away a bit, so that's a sign enough.

Because not only does he pull away, he seems less expressive. It's like something is dampening his mood and his laugh doesn't seem right, and the reactions he gives feel a bit uncomfortable. That and he can't look you in the eyes. He psychically has to point his gaze somewhere else because he just can't bring himself to look at you. He knows that won't help the situation, but he can't do anything else. So when you finally pull what's wrong out of him, it finally feels like you can see a genuine reaction. One of embarrassment, but still. When he sees you're not mad at him, but rather glad he isn't planning to break up or something along these lines, he immediately hugs you. And he starts crying a bit too, but he's just cute like that. When he finally looks at you it's gonna be all red cheeks and glassy eyes, but it's ok. Talk it out, let him be. He may not seem like it, but he's a real emotional guy. By the end of it not only will he get over his jealousy, but it's gonna be a bit easier to come to you if there are any issues in the future. He just still has some getting used to to do - to get used to not being by himself anymore.

ᯓ★୭˚ May god help whoever is making Ichimiya jealous because not only is he scary and is he gonna throw an internal fit about it, but he's gonna remember it too. The memory of an elephant, they say. I'd say the memory of an internally conflicted dingbat, but i digress. It isn't particularly hard to make him jealous, but he can usually forget it. To make him jealous for more than a day is something you just have to be aiming to do. You, or someone else. Either way, it's a stupid decision.

He's speeding over to you and whichever poor unfortunate soul made him feel like this, and he seems like he's gonna make them on the same level as the ground too. He's glaring with the power of a thousand suns and the rest of the student council can swear they feel the ground shake with each step he takes. He's fuming. Though, on the inside, he's having an honest to god breakdown. Did you decide you don't want him anymore? Was he too harsh? Too lame?! Anyway, he's gonna pull you to the side and ask what's the deal with the other person. It may seem like making him calm down is mission impossible, but it's actually quite easy. You just have to be a bit more gentle with him. Reassure him, hold his face, maybe give him a peck on the cheek if his gargoyle expressions seems like more of a pout.. though for that last part you kinda have to be sure nobody else will see. He's a bit shy like that. Anyway, you'd have to wish good luck to the person that managed to make him jealous, becomes not only will Ichimiya remember them but he'll make sure they remember too.