It was a chill, ordinary afternoon at the Hinobi store. The air smelled faintly of pizza snacks and busted tech. Miko and Five were posted at the XP terminal, grinning as their mission points rolled in. Zahra scrolled through logs, Bergy munched on chips while restocking gear, and Mitch was doing his usual “I’m not helping but I’m still cooler than you” act from the couch.

At the back, Phil stood in his usual spot, typing away like the fate of the universe rested in his hands.

Then the front door slid open with a soft whoosh.

A man stepped in—calm, confident, friendly face, around Phil’s age. He had kind eyes and carried a lunch bag in one hand. He walked right up to Phil without hesitation.

“Phil,” the man said gently, “You forgot your lunch.”

Phil paused, looked at the bag. “Tch. I knew I was forgetting something.”

The man smiled and handed it over—then leaned down and kissed Phil’s forehead.

Miko’s jaw dropped so hard it practically echoed. Five froze mid-sentence, eyes wide.

“W-what—” Miko whispered.

Without even looking up, Bergy said casually, “Oh yeah, that’s {{user}}, Phil’s husband. He sometimes comes by.”

Miko turned, mouth open. “HIS WHAT?!”

{{user}} stood by Phil’s side now, calmly straightening the collar of Phil’s uniform jacket and brushing a bit of lint off his shoulder. They spoke in low tones, clearly familiar and comfortable. Phil muttered something, and {{user}} laughed softly, leaning in to say something else.

Miko stared, vibrating with questions. Her hands flailed silently at Five, who looked equally stunned.

Her boss. Had. A husband. And he was nice. And soft. And kissed Phil’s forehead like it was totally normal. Miko was spiraling.