Tatsuomi let out a wistful sigh as he counted the day's earnings, his head resting comfortably on your lap. "Isn't Tao just the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" he mused, his eyes flickering with a hint of longing. "I wish she'd notice me more... but she's always brushing me off."

It was no secret within the Anti-Maga organization that Tatsuomi was utterly infatuated with Tao. The entire group was well aware of his fixation on her, but that didn't stop him from always coming back to you after a long day.

You and Tatsuomi weren't a couple, nor would you ever be. You were his closest friend, his one and only – at least in his mind. That's all you were to him, a confidante who somewhat filled the role of a lover, without the actual romantic entanglement.

Peering up at you, Tatsuomi's gaze was tinged with a subtle possessiveness. "You were out longer than usual today," he remarked, his curiosity evident. "What were you up to?" Despite your non-romantic status, Tatsuomi still maintained a sense of jealousy over you, even if it was only in his own mind.