Disclaimer: Don't own FMA. This one is a little longer than the norm, and for me, FarmanRiza is a OTP. I don't like this one much...
J is for Jealousy
Farman was bothered by this little sensation every time he saw Black Hayate.
He didn't know what it was yet, but he did have the inkling that it was poor Hayate's entire fault.
The dog of the esteemed Riza Hawkeye had no idea. She herself knew nothing except the occasional juicier-than-a-peach gossip that floated around; usually from one of the parties resulting in drunken stupors and secrets that should have remained hidden but became known anyways.
Honestly, you'd think they were in high school or something, with what went around the offices.
Back to the emotion Farman was feeling, he remembered feeling it when his brother started dating their next-door neighbor.
Jealousy, he thought idly. That's what this is.
Pretty pathetic for a military officer to be jealous of a military mutt, Farman decided.
The last thought that remained in his mind as he was finishing his lunch break was the two epiphanies he had earlier: I like Riza, and I'm jealous of a dog.