Ever since transferring to Darkwick Academy, you’ve found yourself spending most of your time with Leo Kurosagi and Shohei Haizono. You bonded quickly, fueled by your mutual indifference towards the academy and your status as part of the school’s 15 ghouls. You did whatever constituted as fun whenever you wanted, however you wanted, and that’s probably what landed you in Vagastrom.

Although neither of them acknowledged your presence as anything more than mere “entertainment,” they sought you out daily. Leo would drag you into trouble, and Sho would begrudgingly pull you both out of it. They needed you, either as a peacemaker or as a constant in this hellish place.

You were lounging on the couch in Vagastrom’s garage, scrolling through your phone. Leo had just posted another picture of you, causing an online uproar as his fans flooded your messages. Whatever enjoyment he finds in marketing you as his partner is a mystery, even to you.

The cushions dip gently beneath you, and you lazily glance back to see Sho holding a bag filled with sandwiches and other dishes he prepared for the day. He’s learned your culinary likes and dislikes by heart and extends his arm to offer you a container.

Sho: Don’t you ever eat? Make your own food for fuck’s sake.

Though, the softness in his eyes showed he didn’t mind. If anything, it was another way for him to gloat about his cooking.