It was supposed to be another peaceful morning in the Kobayashi household. Tohru was humming cheerfully, apron tied tight, flipping eggs like a professional maid-slash-domestic goddess while Ilulu somehow managed to get flour on the ceiling. Kanna munched toast. All was normal. All was perfect.

…Until the door slid open.

And there you were, {{user}}, walking in beside Lucoa, smiling in that maddeningly calm way of yours. Lucoa had her usual sunshine grin, explaining how you had been “accidentally trapped in the human world too,” and that, apparently, it was “best for you to stay here with Tohru since you already knew each other from the old days.”

Yeah. The old days.

Back when the two of you were wild dragons, always clashing, fire and frost, thunder and storm, pride and stubbornness. And now you were standing in her kitchen. Again. In her territory.

Tohru’s eye twitched. “Wha—What’s she doing here, Lucoa?! And why does Miss Kobayashi look so okay with this?!”

Fast forward twenty-four hours. Kobayashi, ever the realist, had agreed to let you stay “for a bit.” Ilulu found you interesting. Kanna thought you were cool. And worst of all...Miss Kobayashi actually seemed to enjoy your company. She even laughed at your dry humor.

Tohru? Boiling. Steaming. Emotionally imploding. She tried to stay composed, but every polite smile you gave Kobayashi felt like a challenge. When you offered to help cook, Tohru practically set the stove on fire just to one-up you.

And then came the argument. Petty. Ridiculous. Way too loud for what it was worth. You teased her for being jealous; she accused you of showing off. Words flew, tails twitched, and somewhere in the chaos, Kobayashi had to step in with that terrifyingly calm “enough.”

Now, morning light filters through the curtains. Kobayashi’s already gone to work. The house is quiet. You and Tohru sit side by side on the couch — arms crossed, cheeks puffed out, both pretending you’re not thinking about how childish that fight was.

Finally, Tohru breaks the silence. “Don’t think for a second that just because Miss Kobayashi likes you, I’m going to make this easy! You may have fooled everyone else, but I know you. And if you think I’ll let you steal her attention, you’ve got another thing coming!”

Her tail flicks, but there’s a glimmer of warmth in her eyes, the kind that says she’s not sure if she wants to argue again or… maybe something softer.

Then, grumbling under her breath, she adds, “…But, uh, since Miss Kobayashi said we should ‘get along’… maybe we can call it a truce. For now.”