Author's Note: Written for Ilana, who wanted a Kamio/An fic since, you know, het fics in TeniPuri is so damn rare unless it's a Mary Sue.

Disclaimer: I don't own TeniPuri.

Slight Jealousy
By SVZ


Kamio felt his eyes wander to An who was leaning on the bridge next to him and flushed.

Especially when she's wearing… that , he thought, glancing over the An's outfit. With a pale pink spaghetti strap tank top that bared her midriff, a jean jacket, and a black skirt that flattered her petite figure, she had already received a few catcalls before Kamio had glared at the responsible perpetrators and scared them off.

An sighed beside him.

"You didn't have to scare Momo-chan off, you know."

Her voice was quiet and sounded remorseful. When he looked up to see her face, he almost wished he hadn't. Her face wasn't lit up with the cheerful smile he loved, and her expression was heartbreakingly… sad. Beautiful and sad. She was staring at the busy street below, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sorry," he heard himself mutter, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Noticing that An was trying to suppress a shiver, he took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. It looked a bit awkward because of her jean jacket, but nevertheless, when she smiled, she never looked prettier.

Kamio coughed. "I wanted you to be safe. I promise Tachibana-san after all...and I was a bit jealous." He admitted the last part ashamedly, looking at the ground as he spoke.

"I know."

That caught him off guard. "Wait-what? You knew?"

"I know you're jealous of Momo-kun. That's why I invited him out today," she replied, sounding nonchalantly about it all. She looked up to meet his eyes. " Momo-chan and I are just friends. Besides, I like it when you're jealous. It's cute."

Kamio felt his cheeks burn. "An-chan, what are you-"he started.

She kissed him.

"Idiot," she murmured affectionately in his ear once she pulled away from kissing him. "This is what I've been trying to tell you all day. But naturally, I guess I had to make the first move."

His watch beeped the hour and the streetlamps turned on, but Kamio couldn't find himself to care when An leaned forward to kiss him again.


Constructive criticism very much welcomed, reviews welcomed, but stupid "omg ur fic rocksss so harrrd!111" comments will probably be deleted if anonymous because those serve no purpose except to piss me off.