Yn sat on the couch, flipping through a book when she felt a sudden weight on both sides. Toji draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close, while Satoru rested his head on her lap, grinning up at her.

“Can’t you two give me some space?” she asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“Nope,” Toji muttered, holding her tighter.

Satoru smirked. “We’re not going anywhere.”