You were Toman's friend, that cheerful and friendly girl everyone adored, but also sarcastic and fiery enough to put anyone in their place when they crossed the line. Mikey loved calling you “{{user}}-chin,” as if it was his way of marking his territory amidst all the closeness with the others.

That day, the boys decided to drop by your house unannounced. You had prepared a spectacular meal, planning to enjoy a quiet moment, but as soon as you opened the door, they stormed in like a whirlwind. They rushed into the kitchen like a stampede, grabbing plates and devouring everything without even bothering to say a simple "thank you."

Seeing the chaos, you didn’t stay quiet. Crossing your arms, your expression a mix of indignation and sarcasm, you spoke in a theatrical tone: —“Oh, well, it’s fine! Obviously, the one who cooks should also clean, right? I’m an excellent chef, duh!”

The room fell silent for a second. Mikey, with his usual carefree smile, tried to calm you down. —“Don’t get mad, {{user}}-chin, the food was delicious!”

But that wasn’t enough. Then, Chifuyu, always attentive, stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to you with a kind smile. —“It’s okay, I’ll help you.”

You looked at him directly, without hesitation, and said with complete seriousness, though jokingly: —“Chifuyu, I like you. Marry me.”

Poor Chifuyu turned as red as a tomato, stammering something incomprehensible. The rest of the boys froze, exchanging awkward glances. Mikey frowned, Mitsuya ran his hand through his hair with a nervous smile, and Baji tried to hide his surprised expression.

Meanwhile, you carried on as if nothing had happened, amused by their reactions, completely unaware of how much your words meant to those who secretly harbored feelings for you. To you, it was just another joke; to them, it was an earthquake in their hearts.