The cafeteria buzzed with voices, trays clattering, and the smell of food filling the air. You sat at the table with Isagi and Kaiser, the three of you sharing a rare quiet moment in the chaos.

You reached for your plate, speaking simply.

"Babe, can you pass me the salt?"

Instantly, both Isagi and Kaiser raised their hands, each placing their palm over the little jar of salt in the middle of the table.

Isagi leaned forward, teal eyes determined.

"I’ll pass it. I’m faster, more reliable. She can count on me."

Kaiser smirked, his golden hair catching the light as he tilted his head arrogantly.

"Reliable? Please. She doesn’t want boring. She wants flair. I’ll pass it with style."

Isagi frowned, gripping the salt jar firmly.

"It’s just salt, Kaiser. Stop making everything about your ego."

Kaiser chuckled, sliding his hand over the jar as well, their fingers brushing in a silent clash.

"Everything is about me. And she knows it."

You sighed softly, watching them bicker over something so trivial.

"Just give it to me."

Both froze, glancing at you, then at each other. The tension was ridiculous, but neither wanted to let go first.

Isagi muttered under his breath, his voice stubborn but soft when directed at you.

"Fine. But only because she asked."

Kaiser smirked, finally releasing the jar with a flourish.

"Consider yourself lucky, Yoichi. If she hadn’t spoken, I’d have won this too."

You took the salt, sprinkling it over your food, while the two of them sat back, still glaring at each other. Even in the cafeteria, even over something as small as salt, their rivalry burned bright—yet beneath it, their devotion to you was undeniable.