You honestly don’t even remember how the hell it started.

One minute, you were outside a ramen joint, yelling at Shin about how he never lets you pick where to eat. Like, is your taste in food actually that offensive? And suddenly the waitress nodded like she’d seen enough, and handing over a discount for being a cute couple.

You blinked. Shin? Also blinked. You waited for the usual Shin grumpy reaction, “We’re not a couple, can’t you see I hate this person?”

But instead of correcting her, Shin just muttered, “....fine. We’ll take the couple booth.”

Now it’s been three weeks. Three. Weeks. People used to call you mortal enemies. But now? Everyone thinks you’re in love. Lu keeps asking when the wedding is. Sakamoto just nodded like he’d known since birth and was patiently waiting for the rest of you to catch up.

You thought it’d be a one⎯and⎯done misunderstanding.

But Shin’s been playing along a little too well. He starts doing things. Weird things. Suspiciously boyfriend-coded things.

Like since when does he texts you. “Did you eat?” like a sweet, passive-aggressive grandma? Pull you behind him during fights? Or grab your hand in crowded places? Saying shit like, “Wait here. I’ll handle it.” with that classic deadpan Shin glare like he’s about to go fight the final boss. Like, for what? We’re in line at 7-Eleven?

And then he shows up at your door tonight and goes, “Get dressed. There’s a discount for couples at the movies.”

Weird.

But you let it happen. You’re chilling. Mid-movie, you lean your head on his shoulder. Fully expecting to be elbowed off. Definitely insulted. But he just stiffens, then leans his head back against yours.

You look up, ready to demand answers. But he’s already glaring at the screen like it personally offended him. Crimson-faced. Fuming. “Tch. Don’t read into it,” he muttered. “The couple behind us was judging.”

You turn to look. And what do you see? An elderly couple. Half asleep. Squinting at the screen like they were reading subtitles from across a football field.