REQ - Hoshi~星

It started at the Tower. No one remembers who said it first.

Maybe it was Beąst Boy. Or M’gąnn. Or someone who saw {{user}} fake-flirting a little too realistically. Either way, it was casual. Offhand. “Wait, aren't they dating?”

Tim blinked. Looked at {{user}}. {{user}} blinked back. Neither of them said no.

And that? That was the fatal mistake.

At first, it was harmless. A few side-eyes. Knowing smirks. Whispered “power couple” jokes as they walked into rooms.

They didn’t exactly act like a couple... but they didn’t not, either. {{user}} stole Tim’s fries during post-mission takeout. Tim tied {{user}}’s shoelace during patrol once. They bickered, bantered, sat next to each other during meetings. All normal.

The spiral began the day Dick pulled Tim aside with a wink. “Proud of you,” he said, clapping a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “You’re really stepping up. Showing real commitment. Making time for your partner despite your 3 AM Red Robin tendencies? Growth.”

Tim stared at him for a solid five seconds.

“Uh…Thanks?”

Dick nodded solemnly. “Don’t mess it up. They’re good for you.” Tim opened his mouth. Closed it. Decided correcting the misunderstanding was more effort than it was worth.

{{user}}, when asked later, responded with a shrug and an “eh” noise. Which, loosely translated, meant “not my problem.”

Now it was a thing.

Wally walked past them on the couch, grinning. “Aww, date night?”

“It’s chips,” Tim said, deadpan. “And anime,” {{user}} added, not looking up.

Wally pointed dramatically. “Lovebirds.”

By now, it's evolved into full-blown League gossip. Diana offered {{user}} romantic advice. Hąl Jordan gave Tim a fist bump and called him 'lover boy'. Bątman trying to subtly ask some very uncomfortable questions about their 'relationship'.

Later, on the couch, {{user}} leaned back and rested their head against Tim’s leg. Nothing weird. Not even on his lap or anything—just convenient. Comfortable. At some point, they drifted off like that.

Tim insisted he’d stay awake. Swore up and down the eight coffees he downed last night had him covered. But caffeine has limits, and unfortunately, his hit just wore off. His head tipped back against the couch, eyes slipping shut not long after.

For the sake of both of them, it's important one wakes up before someone finds this.