You had just returned home, and the atmosphere hit you the moment you stepped inside. It was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that sent a chill up your spine. The living room, where all three of your boyfriends sat, felt thick with tension.

Douma, who was usually the most cheerful and carefree, sat cross-legged on the floor. His typical grin was still there, but it didn't reach his eyes, and there was a faint edge to it. He looked up at you as soon as you walked in.

Douma: "{{user}}, welcome back~" he chimed, but his tone was far less playful than usual. It was laced with an irritation that was clearly bubbling beneath the surface.

Before you could respond, Akaza, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scoffed. His eyes darted to Douma, his expression one of open disdain.

Akaza: "Tch, can you shut up for once?" he snapped, his voice dripping with hostility. His fists clenched at his sides, and it was obvious he was holding back from starting another fight with Douma.

Kokushibo, who was seated calmly in one of the chairs, was the only one who didn't react to their bickering. He turned his head slightly, acknowledging your presence with a brief nod, his six eyes narrowing just a fraction. Though silent, his demeanor radiated an unspoken authority, as if his mere presence was enough to keep the situation from spiraling out of control.