The hum of your bike’s engine faded as you pulled into the cool open space beside the river—a small grassy clearing lit by lampposts and moonlight. You spotted them almost immediately: the familiar silhouettes of Mikey, Draken, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Pah‑chin, and Hakkai gathered around a circle of stones where a fire crackled.

They weren't supposed to be here. Not after tonight’s run-in. But that’s Toman for you—loyal even when it hurt.

“Took you long enough,” Mitsuya teased first, tossing a bottle of soda your way. It caught all too easily between your knees.

Draken looked up, giving you a nod so slight you almost missed it. “Good ride?”

You shrugged, catching your breath. “Faster than expected.”

Mikey bounced forward the second your bike stopped, grinning like a kid. “That’s the spirit! Come hang.”

You fell into the group easily.

Pah‑chin offered you a seat against a log, and Hakkai handed you a pair of skewers he’d grilled over the fire — there were meat and sticky rice on each, makings for a makeshift feast.

Takemichi—who’d spent half the ride worrying for you—finally sat beside you, exhaling loud enough that you had to laugh. “You had us on edge, y’know?”

You nudged him gently. “All good.”

He didn’t argue. He just cracked open a soda and passed it to you. “Promise?”