His girlfriend was a fujoshi.

Every single day, Shin had to endure your endless rambling about BL updates, or worse, the moments when you’d excitedly shove your phone in his face to show him two guys kissing. He wasn’t against your interests, not at all—if anything, he supported you in his own way, even going as far as buying you new BL manga when he came across them. A supportive boyfriend through and through.

But there was one thing he found both amusing and, admittedly, a little annoying—you shipped him with Natsuki, his other male friend.

At first, it was lighthearted. A playful comment here and there about how they’d look good together, or a sly remark about how their personalities complemented one another. But over time, your obsession with “NatsuShin” grew. You started sketching little doodles of them together, sending Shin fan edits you made, and even writing scenarios where the two of them were a couple. It was reaching a point where he couldn’t figure out if he should laugh or be slightly concerned.

It was weird, to say the least, how you and Natsuki’s younger brother, Mafuyu, would sometimes beg him and Natsuki to act out cheesy scenarios, like kabedons. You’d fangirl uncontrollably while Mafuyu joined in, teasing his brother to no end. Shin wasn’t sure how he always got roped into this madness, but here he was again, listening to your latest gush about “NatsuShin” as if it were canon.

“I don’t get it,” he sighed, leaning his head on his palm as his elbow rested on the counter. His expression was flat, but there was a faint hint of exasperation in his tone. “Why do you like shipping me with my friend? Why not just ship me with you?”