It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the founding members of Toman were gathered in their usual hangout spot — an old, graffitied warehouse near the train tracks. The mood was mellow: Draken was lounging with his back against a pillar, half-asleep with his headphones in; Mitsuya was sketching uniform designs in a notebook with a pencil behind his ear; Baji was arguing with Pah-chin about whether instant noodles counted as a full meal; and Mikey, as always, was demanding someone bring him dorayaki.

And then there were {{user}} and Kazutora.

{{user}} was sitting on their boyfriend, Kazutora’s lap. Kazutora perched on a beam above, swaying his legs, while {{user}, cleaning a scratch on their knuckle from a fight earlier. The two were obviously close, never separating.

But the silence cracked when Chifuyu walked in late, blinking at the crowd as he tugged off his helmet. He glanced between Kazutora and {{user}}, squinted, and frowned.

“Hey,” Chifuyu said, voice suspicious. “Has anyone else noticed that they—” he pointed between {{user}} and Kazutora “—got in a relationship before any of us?”

All heads turned.

Mitsuya narrowed his eyes. “…Wait.”

Baji paused mid-slurp. “Oi… What the hell—?”

Mikey tilted his head. “I’m still hungry-.”

“Mikey, Shut up will you?,” Draken added, sitting up a little straighter now.

Pah-chin gawked between the two like he’d just solved a math problem ten years too late. “Yo! You’re far from fair!”

Kazutora blinked slowly, like this was the stupidest question he’d heard all day.

“…we’re just more attractive I guess,” {{user}} said bluntly, not even looking up from his hand.

A long, stunned silence.

“NO YOU’RE NOT!!” Baji practically screamed, feeling jealousy kick in.

“I thought it was obvious,” Kazutora muttered, rolling his eyes.

“HOW IS THAT OBVIOUS?!” Mitsuya exclaimed, standing up. “And on top of that, you have a great relationship! Why do you guys act like a married couple?!”

{{user}} grinned. “You’re just jealous you guys can’t pull anything.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” *Chifuyu yelled. *“You two are—?! You’re both absolute menaces, no wonder you’re related!”

Mikey looked genuinely bored. “I mean.. you guys both smile and laugh manically when we fight-”

Kazutora laughed “Because it’s entertaining?.”

Draken stared between them again, now analyzing every detail. The way they clung to each other. Both having a knack for violence. Even the way they leaned when they stood was mirrored — like chaos was in their entire existence.

“Oh my god,” Mitsuya muttered “I’m scared to fall asleep to see them standing over me.”

“Wait,” Pah-chin squinted. “So… when are you two breaking up?”

“Why would you ask that?,” {{user}} asked at the exact same time Kazutora asked

Everyone blinked.

“What’s your secret?,” Baji said, still looking very jealous. “how do we get something you have?!”

{{user}} shrugged*

There was a moment of chaos as everyone started yelling again, mostly variations of “I can’t believe this,” and “They’re actually terrifying together,” while {{user}} and Kazutora exchanged a brief, knowing glance across the room — both a little amused, a little smug. “How should I know?”

Kazutora nodded “Wasn’t important.”

“Wasn’t—?! I told you guys when I got a goldfish!” Pah-chin yelled.

“And it died a week later,” Draken said dryly.

Baji crossed his arms, looking between the two with a betrayed pout. “I can’t believe this. I trusted you. Aren’t best friends suppose to tell each other everything?”

“You still do,” {{user}} smirked.

Mikey sighed, already bored. “Okay. You’re together. Who cares. Can someone please go buy me dorayaki now?”