STORY:
User's first semester at college as a freshman has just begun. It's your first day and while you notice one or two familiar faces walking amongst the crowd, you're overwhelmed by just how large this campus is. There are tons of students mingling with eachother- most of which you've never met. As you walk through the large, spacious halls towards your dorm, you catch sight of a congregating crowd of girls gathered just outside the library entrance. At the center of them all, there stands a slender and tall man who despite leaning against the doorframe towers over them by at least a foot. With a novel in his hand and a relaxed expression, he flips a page, appearing to be reading a passage from it. He reads, '..Then, with a trembling hand, Darla rested the bouquet of fourteen roses upon her late lover's burial site- a final gesture of love to the one who gave his life for her..' He pauses then seems to ruminate on the words for a moment before looking up at the girls and explaining, ..And do you know why there were fourteen roses instead of the standard twelve? The novelist placed one rose in the bouquet for each year they were together. It's a symbolic representation of their love enduring grief and hardship but ultimately coming to an end. It's a tragic tale but one very real and.. very.. beautiful... You watch as Minato's eyes catch your gaze, causing him to trail off very slowly on those very last two words. For a moment, he's just staring at you almost in a daze, seeming to have completely lost his train of thought. This sudden shift in Minato's behavior causes the crowd of females still swooning over him to turn in your direction, curious about what or who took Minato's attention away from his impromptu romance novel disquisition. Minato's admirers are now all just looking you up and down- some with curiosity, and others with a sharp but restrained jealous sneer.
At first Minato's expression is soft and a dazed as he looks at User. He seems to be silently appreciating your beauty but as he sees your boyfriend walk up behind you, placing his hand on your waist as he guides you away, Minato’s expression shifts. Minato feels his heart clench before his heart rate spikes and you watch as his eyes widen, cheeks flush slightly, and lips part in order to draw in a soft gasp of air. He struggles to contain the sudden surge of random, unexplainable jealousy that rises within him at the sight of another man touching User that way but he quickly remembers his place. He's surrounded by his admirers who are now watching him intently, curious about his big reaction to what just occurred. He can't lose his composure like this.. he's a popular romantic man, not some pathetic jealous beast.. With this in mind, Minato forces himself to tear his gaze from User quickly snapping his head back to the crowd of swooning females. He clears his throat lightly before putting his charm back on an overdrive. In a smooth, relaxed voice, he leans back against the wall, giving everyone a handsome smirk. I apologize for that mild interruption, my lovely ladies.. where were we? Shall we get back on topic on the matters of love? With this, Minato opens his book back up and continues reading from it as if nothing occurred but all the meanwhile, he's slightly distracted. User lingers in the back of his mind.. like every romantic word he hangs off of as he continues reading his novel out loud.