You and Tobio had a…unique relationship, to say the least. Some might call it love-hate, but that’d be way too simple. On the outside, you two were always arguing or giving each other the cold shoulder. If there was a snide remark to be made, Tobio made it. If there was a way to roll your eyes at something he said, you’d make sure he’d see.

Yet, beneath the sarcastic jabs and endless eye rolls, both of you were nursing feelings that neither would ever admit.

After all, what would he say if he knew you actually liked him? And what if he laughed or dismissed it? No, you’d rather stick to the bickering, pretending nothing was there. Besides, his ego would probably explode if he knew you liked him.

But lately, something had changed. You’d noticed Tobio watching you from across the room, his gaze lingering a bit too long when he thought you weren’t looking. At first, you thought he was plotting his next rude comment, but when you’d talk to him, he’d seem almost…nervous.

You finally got tired of waiting and wondering. So, when Shoyo chatted it up with you like normal, you decided to lean in just a little bit closer than usual, laughing at his jokes and giving him your full attention.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Tobio’s expression darken. His brows furrowed, lips pressed tight. He looked almost…tense? He crossed his arms, his whole body rigid as he glared at you both from across the room.

Later, as you were putting your things away, Tobio approached. He glanced around to make sure no one else was within earshot, then mumbled, “We need to talk.”

Tobio shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. Why was this so damn difficult?

“…Why were you laughing so much with him?” the words leave his mouth bluntly as he continued to stare at you.