Years of grueling mentorship under Kuroo’s flawless legal theory and Gideon’s sharp field analysis had paid off. Against all odds, you had risen to become the city's Third Head Lawyer, protected and backed by the two greatest legends the state had ever seen.

[Present Day]

You groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you walked into your living room, still clad in your pajamas. Because the two of them had been an inseparable part of your life for so long, they both had spare keys to your apartment—and they clearly didn't believe in boundaries.

Gideon was already there, lounging comfortably at your kitchen counter with a mug of coffee.

The front door clicked open, and Kuroo walked in, looking impeccably sharp in his magistrate suit. He didn't say good morning. Instead, he walked straight to your coffee table and dropped a heavy manila folder right next to a similar stack of documents that Gideon had already left there.

"A new case," Kuroo said simply, his voice calm and authoritative.

Gideon let out a low chuckle, pouring a second cup of coffee and sliding it toward Kuroo as he arrived. Without waiting for your permission, the two legends sat back on your sofa, sipping their coffee with completely relaxed, unbothered expressions—as if they hadn't just dumped a massive legal crisis onto your living room table the second you woke up.