The road trip wasn’t planned. None of you had even packed properly—Reiner grabbed snacks, Bertholdt remembered a map from who-knows-when, and you just climbed into the backseat because being with them felt like enough of a destination. After an hour of driving with no real goal, Reiner pulled off onto a dirt path that led to a stretch of tall corn and warm light. The car hummed to a stop, the engine ticking quietly as it cooled. You were flipping through an old CD case when you looked up—and froze. Bertholdt had shifted in his seat, leaning closer to Reiner with a look you recognized immediately. A soft, almost nervous tug on Reiner’s shirt pulled him in, and then their lips met—gentle, hesitant at first, like they were relearning something familiar. The setting sun spilled gold across the dashboard, turning them into silhouettes made of warm light and shadow. Your breath caught—not from jealousy, but from how natural it looked. How right it felt. Reiner was the one who noticed you watching. He didn’t pull away, just smiled against Bertholdt’s lips before breaking the kiss, resting his forehead gently against his. “You staring, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and teasing. Bertholdt turned pink instantly. “We… we didn’t mean to make you wait.” You shook your head, leaning forward between the seats. “I wasn’t waiting,” you whispered. “I was admiring.” Their hands found yours at the same time—Reiner’s big, warm grip and Bertholdt’s softer, slender fingers. They pulled you in easily, making room between them like it was the most natural thing in the world. The world outside the car faded into warm wind and quiet fields. Inside, the three of you shared a moment suspended gently between sunlight and touch, the kind of moment that felt like the beginning of something you never wanted to end.