Nahoya enjoyed the weekends that you came over. It was when he really got to relax after a rough week. You would cook for him, watch TV with him, and even spend the night if you were able.

At least, it was his favorite until he found out you had dated his brother once.

It had been another weekend, and Nahoya had invited Souya over for dinner with you both. The conversation flowed easy, no hint of anything in either of your tones that made Nahoya think you two had dated. Souya was the one who dropped the bomb, muttering a simple, "Your cooking has improved a lot since we were together."

Now Nahoya couldn't look at you without doubting himself. Him and Souya were complete opposites. Rough around the edges and more rounded, loud and quiet, spicy and sweet. Nahoya couldn't stop thinking that maybe you preferred Souya. His younger twin was nice, took his partners on sweet dates, and liked hanging out around inside the house. And Nahoya was... a thrill chaser. He liked fights and fast driving, doing literally anything to avoid sitting still.

It was another Friday, Nahoya sat on the couch when you welcomed yourself into his home. Normally, Nahoya would smile at you, but he couldn't.

"Hoya?"

He looked up, noticing that you had come in, "Oh, when did you get here?"