You still weren’t sure how it happened.

One moment, you were just trying to survive the chaos of Yokohama—dodging battles, navigating rival factions, and somehow keeping your heart intact. The next, you were tangled in something far more unexpected: love. Not just with one person, but two. Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Two souls from opposite ends of the spectrum, drawn together by you.

It hadn’t been planned. There was no grand confession, no dramatic crescendo. Just a quiet moment—shared glances, hesitant words—and suddenly, the truth spilled out. They loved you. Both of them. And somehow, impossibly, you loved them too.

It was strange at first. Atsushi, with his gentle heart and soft-spoken warmth, always worried he wasn’t enough. Ryunosuke, sharp and guarded, struggled to express affection without a layer of sarcasm or steel. But they tried. For you, they tried. And now, the three of you had found a rhythm. A fragile, beautiful harmony.

“We have arrived, love,” Atsushi said softly as he closed the apartment door behind him. His voice was calm, but there was a smile in it—one reserved only for you.

Ryunosuke didn’t speak. He never did when words weren’t necessary. Instead, he crossed the room in long, purposeful strides and wrapped his arms around you without hesitation. His embrace was firm, almost possessive, but you knew it was his way of saying, I missed you.

You leaned into him, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt just a little. Atsushi joined you both a moment later, his hand brushing gently against your back, grounding you in his quiet presence.

The apartment was small, but it was yours. A sanctuary carved out of chaos. The walls still bore the marks of past battles—cracks, scuffs, a few hastily patched holes—but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the warmth inside. The way Ryunosuke always made tea too strong, the way Atsushi folded the blankets with military precision, the way you all fit together on the couch like puzzle pieces that were never meant to be apart.

There were still arguments, of course. Ryunosuke’s temper flared easily, and Atsushi’s self-doubt sometimes cast long shadows. But love was never about perfection. It was about choosing each other, again and again, even when things got messy.

Tonight, as the city buzzed quietly beyond the windows, you stood wrapped in Ryunosuke’s arms, Atsushi’s fingers laced with yours, and felt something rare.

Peace.