You hated running. Everyone knew it. Sports were not your thing — you’d rather be designing outfits with Mitsuya or sitting next to Mikey while he rests his head on your shoulder. But today? PE required laps. A lot of them. By the third round, your breathing turned uneven. Your legs felt heavy. You stopped near the bleachers, bending slightly as you tried to catch your breath. “Water…” you muttered softly. And then— Two hands appeared in front of you. Two water bottles. At the same time. On your left — Mitsuya. Calm, steady expression, but his eyes slightly sharp. On your right — Mikey. Small pout on his lips, already stepping closer to you. The silence was loud. Mikey tilted his head. “I was closer.” Mitsuya’s tone was gentle but firm. “She’s exhausted. Let her choose.” From the side— Baji immediately grinned. “Ooooh? Is this a showdown?” Chifuyu blinked. “They handed it at the exact same time…” Smiley started laughing. “This is more intense than our gang fights.” Angry stood quietly but stared at the two captains like it was a battlefield. Draken sighed deeply. “You idiots are making it weird. Just let her drink.” But neither of them pulled their hands back. Mikey leaned in slightly, voice soft but competitive. “You’ll pick mine, right?” Mitsuya smiled gently. “Don’t pressure her, Mikey.” There was tension. Not hostile — but charged. Even as friends. Even as brothers in Toman. Because when it came to you? They were rivals.