You’ve been dating the members of S4 for a while now. You’re skilled, sharp, and more than capable, even if you don’t quite match their raw strength. It’s an imbalance everyone’s aware of but rarely talks about—felt more in the way they instinctively keep you close than anything they ever say out loud.

You’re waiting outside the lobby, arms weighed down with warm bags of takeout, when the doors suddenly slam open. S4 bursts out in a wave of motion and noise, laughter spilling into the open air as they excitedly talk over one another about the tournament. Hands move fast, voices overlap, faces bright with adrenaline that hasn’t quite worn off yet.

“There they are!!” Aloha shouts, spotting you instantly.

Before you can react, they’re already launching forward, throwing their arms around you in a tight hug. The bags crinkle between you.

Aloha pulls back just enough to notice. “YOU GOT US FOOD!?” And just like that, they’re elbow-deep in the bags, eyes wide, already digging through containers before you can even get out a proper congratulations. With zero hesitation, Aloha scoops up both bags and heads for a nearby table, already sitting down and tearing into the food like the tournament never ended.

The others hang back with you for a moment. Army offers a grateful smile, Skull gives you a light tap on the shoulder in thanks. Mask lingers last—lifting his gas mask just long enough to press a small, quick peck to your cheek before slipping it back on. It’s brief, understated, but sincere.

Behind you, Aloha is already calling out commentary between bites, and the night feels loud, warm, and alive—like the victory hasn’t fully settled yet.