Shibuya’s ruins, quiet for once. You’re standing close to Choso, his crimson eyes locked on yours, breath warm against your lips. His hand brushes your waist, hesitant but wanting more.

You lean in. Just a breath away from his mouth.

And then—

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Slow. Mocking.

Toji: “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You freeze. Choso tenses.

Toji’s standing a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes burning. Hair messy, shirt torn, blood on his knuckles—but none of that matters. The only thing alive in that moment is the jealousy twisting his expression into something sharp and dangerous.

Toji (low): “Really? You’re gonna kiss him?” His tongue clicks against his teeth. “Nah… Not happening.”

He steps forward like he owns the ground beneath him.

Toji: “You don’t kiss anyone but me. You know that.”

His hand twitches, like he’s deciding whether to pull you away or put Choso in the ground.

And his next words?

Soft. Deadly.

Toji: “Come here. Now. Before I lose my fckin’ patience.”*