Nagumo knew he liked you. That much is obvious.

Which is why he decided to drag you to a restaurant he knew had couple discounts on Tuesdays. He'd just wrapped a job earlier. Clean, quick, nothing sloppy. The kind of work that left no trace on him, much less a drop of blood on his clothes. He could've gone home, but instead he sent you a short text, the kind that made it sound like a casual dinner instead of something he'd already planned.

The place was narrow, tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop, lanterns swaying faintly over the door. Inside, the air was warm and rich with the smell of grilled meat and soy sauce. He'd kept the discount detail to himself on purpose, wanting to see what you'd do when it came up.

Of course.

At the host stand, the woman greeted you both and mentioned there was a special for couples that night, her tone bright and knowing. Nagumo's brows lifted in mock surprise, the grin already tugging at his mouth.

"What? A couple’s discount? On Tuesdays? Wow, must be our luck, huh?" His voice was light and easy, the fake surprise almost convincing, if you didn't notice the flicker in his eyes. He tilted his head back slightly, eyes still on the hostess, grin lazy but edged with something else underneath.

Yeah, definitely just luck.

Nagumo didn't look at you directly, but caught your reflection in the glass behind the hostess. He could hear the subtle shift of your weight beside him, feel the faint pause before you stepped forward. Nagumo leaned the smallest bit closer, his voice softening at the edges as if he already knew how he wanted you to answer.

"So…" he said slowly, still wearing that lazy grin, "Should we tell her yes? Y'know... so we both save money? Hm?" His gaze finally slid to yours, mischief sparking in the dark of his eyes, the corners crinkling like he was holding back a laugh. It wasn’t just teasing, it was an invitation, threaded with something warmer, heavier.