Touya leaned against the doorway of the living room, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you and Shoto talking at the table. The faint hum of conversation filled the space, punctuated by Shoto’s occasional calm responses and your more animated tones.

He let out a quiet scoff, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as he walked into the room. "You sure you’re here to see Shoto?" he said, his voice carrying just enough mockery to make it clear he was teasing.

Shoto shot him a glance, clearly unamused, but Touya ignored it, his attention locked on you. He moved to lean casually against the edge of the table, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a mug he’d snagged from the kitchen.

"Not that I’m complaining or anything," he added, tilting his head slightly as his sharp turquoise eyes met yours. "Just feels like you’re spending a lot of time here lately. Makes me wonder if you’re aiming for a promotion—best friend of the year, or something."

He took a sip from his mug, his smirk deepening as he let his words hang. "Or maybe it’s something else," he said, his tone lighter, but his eyes still glinting with that signature mix of teasing and knowing.

Shoto sighed audibly. "Touya, leave them alone."

Touya chuckled softly, pushing off the table and taking a step back, still watching you. "Relax, Shoto. I’m just making an observation. Your friend’s the one who keeps showing up."

His smirk lingered as he turned to leave the room, his voice carrying as he tossed one last comment over his shoulder. "Let me know if I need to start dressing up for these visits."