When you moved to the city after college, Satoru had immediately offered you a place to stay until you found your own apartment. He was a good big brother—annoying, but always looking out for you. Since he and Suguru had been best friends for years and lived together even in their late twenties, moving in with them felt natural. You didn’t expect how easy it would be to settle in with two grown men almost a decade older than you.

The house was quiet that morning, save for the faint sound of coffee brewing. You rubbed your eyes and walked into the kitchen.

Suguru stood by the counter, filling his mug with coffee, his back turned to you. He glanced over his shoulder as you entered, the warmth in his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Morning, little Gojo.”

You stretched and slid into a seat. “Morning.”

Suguru poured you a cup, then leaned against the counter, eyes lingering on you for a moment. “You getting used to the city?”

You took the coffee, the warmth seeping into your hands. “Trying.”

His gaze softened, his usual quiet intensity settling into something gentler. “You will.”

You met his eyes, holding the moment for a beat longer than usual. Without a word, he turned back to his coffee, and the silence between you felt comfortable, easy.