Ryouta was just heading out, minding his own business, when he saw them. Azame. And Haruto. Walking together. Not just walking, but, like, really close. Too close for comfort. His gut twisted into a knot, a sour, bitter feeling bubbling up. Not because he was, like, in love with Azame or anything sappy like that. Nah. This was different. This was pure, unadulterated annoyance.