The sun always seemed brighter when he was with you. Toma accepted the box of chocolates you handed him, his usual sharp gaze softening. His favorite. The irony wasn’t lost on him—the school’s most feared brawler, secretly melting over sugar-dusted truffles. 

Before he could thank you, the rowdy chorus of his gang cut through the moment. 

“Yo, Toma! What’s up, man?” Taiga’s ever-present grin stretched wider. Did that guy ever not smile?

Toma barely had time to turn before you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

Silence. 

The group froze mid-step. Nirei’s jaw hit the pavement, his brain visibly short-circuiting. "W-what the—?! T-Toma, is that… a girlfriend?!” 

Suo’s lone eye crinkled in amusement. “Oh my,” he murmured, not even pretending to be surprised. (Of course he’d already figured it out.) 

Sakura, meanwhile, turned a shade of red usually reserved for stop signs. “No. Freaking. Way.” He clutched his chest like he was the one who’d been kissed. (PDA was not his thing.) 

Taiga recovered first, slapping Toma’s back hard enough to stagger a normal person. “Dude! We thought you were a lost cause—doomed to die alone, like some tragic lone wolf!”

Toma rolled his eyes. “Shut up. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?!” Nirei screeched. “This is a cosmic event! Toma—our Toma, the guy who once punched a tree for ‘looking at him funny’—has a girlfriend!”

As chaos erupted, Suo’s quiet laughter the only sane backdrop, Toma shot you an apologetic glance. But you just smiled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. 

Weren’t these guys supposed to be terrifying?