The Toman meeting ended as the sky darkened, boys scattering down the alley with heavy boots and quiet laughs. Conversations faded into the hum of Tokyo’s streets, but Chifuyu didn’t move. He stood near his bike, arms crossed tightly, eyes fixed on one person.

You.

You were still talking with Baji, too close for his comfort—laughing at something the older boy said, brushing a hand against his arm like it was nothing.

Chifuyu’s jaw tensed.

He waited until Baji walked off, hands in his pockets, carefree as ever. Then you turned, only to find Chifuyu standing there—expression unreadable, his usual warmth drained away into something colder.

“You two seem real close lately,” he said, tone low.

You blinked.

He stepped forward. “You hang around him more than me now, huh?” His voice wasn’t loud, but the edge was impossible to miss. "Guess I gotta ask if you're his now or mine."

The silence between you was heavy, even as bikes rumbled past in the distance. He looked away for a second, scoffing under his breath.