AN: thanks, as always to the best beta to ever beta, FloraOne. Enjoy!

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Mamoru gets jealous and possessive when he notices all the male attention Usagi gets.

Had he really never noticed how much male attention Usagi attracted? Had he really never seen the numerous boys from her school (and so many others now that he looked closely) flocked to her every day in the arcade?

Perhaps the most disturbing thing, however, was how he'd never noticed how the sight made his blood boil, his hands clench around his coffee mug, and his eyes unable to focus on the book in front of him.

He found his eyes following her, hating the way she blushed at their attention, wishing more than anything in the world that he could be the one to make her cheeks that gorgeous shade of pink. Wishing he was the one feeding coins into that ridiculous claw machine to try and catch her a fluffy rabbit.

Mamoru shook his head, resisting the urge to let it fall onto the counter in front of him.

Feelings were terrible, pesky things, and he didn't have time for them.

Which of course, was why no one was more surprised by what happened next than he was.

He rose from the stool, and strode with purpose towards Usagi, paying no mind to the gaggle of teenagers that surrounded her.

"Usagi," he said, his voice sounding foreign to his ears, amazed at how confident he managed to appear.

She looked up at him from her game, her lack of attention causing the words, 'game over', to flash on the screen (he'd get hell for that later, he was sure). The confused, almost amazed look in her eyes caused his tongue to stick for a moment, realizing this might have been the first time he'd actually called her by her name.

"Would you like to have ice cream with me sometime?" he asked, gaze never wavering from hers, though the blueness of her eyes disarmed him to no end.

A few of the group around her gasped, before falling completely silent, and Usagi's mouth dropped open, as one of the most adorable expressions he'd ever seen covered her face.

But it was soon replaced by a bright smile, the very same one he'd been longing to have sent his way for what must have been months, now, the blush he'd wanted to place on her cheeks now firmly in place. "I'd love to, Mamoru-san."

Mamoru suddenly became very aware of his surroundings, his awkwardness returning as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. "G-good. It's a...date then."

Usagi's smile grew even more wide and beautiful, as she nodded her head. "It's a date."