You and Sero sat side by side on the rooftop after class, the sunset painting the sky orange and pink.

He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, a playful grin on his face. “You know, I never get tired of just hanging out with you.”

You smiled, resting your head lightly against his arm. “Me neither. It’s nice… quiet. No crazy battles, no distractions.”

He looked down at you, warmth in his eyes. “Yeah. Just us. That’s my favorite kind of tape.”

You laughed softly. “Sticky and dependable?”

“Exactly,” he said, squeezing your hand gently.

And in that simple moment, everything felt perfectly stuck together—just like you two.