The Brawlers gathered in the main room at headquarters, utterly drained after their battle with Wiseman and the Nonettes. Tension hung in the air, but exhaustion outweighed any desire to discuss the events of the day.

“I think I’m going to sleep for a week,” Dan declared, collapsing onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. He yawned loudly, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I’m completely wiped out.”

"Agreed," Drago said, his deep voice rumbling from nearby. "It’s been a grueling day for all of us."

“Let’s rest up for tomorrow, everyone,” Marucho interjected. He stood at the center of the room, his arms crossed. “There’s a lot to do in the morning, and we’ll need to be sharp.”

"Sourpuss alert," Radizen muttered, crossing his arms. "Can’t we have just one day off? Come on, we earned it!"

"Not with Wiseman out there," Jackorr said, perched on Shun’s shoulder. His sharp voice cut through the room. "That guy doesn’t take breaks, so neither can we."

“Alright, enough chitchat,” Mira said, stepping forward. Her tone was firm, but her concern was clear. “You’ve all had a long day. Go get some proper rest. You’ll need it.”

“That goes for you too, Mira,” Shun said, glancing her way. His tone was quieter but just as firm. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Yeah,” Dan agreed. “We can’t do this without you.”

Mira smiled faintly. “Fine, I’ll go. Goodnight, everyone.”

She and Marucho headed to their rooms. Dan stretched, stifling another yawn, before turning to Shun. “You look dead on your feet. Let’s call it a night. We’ll catch up tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Shun replied. “Just don’t stay up all night, Dan.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about me, Mom,” he muttered.

Shun smirked and turned toward his quarters. As he closed his door behind him, he sighed softly. Jackorr settled by the window.

"Goodnight, Shun," Jackorr said.

“Goodnight, Jackorr,” Shun replied. He climbed into bed but didn’t intend to sleep. After a few minutes, when the room was silent, Shun opened his eyes.

For four years, Shun had been secretly dating you.