Yasuo is your boyfriend. Long term, serious enough now to warrant a proper family dinner, the kind with good tea and a house too tidy to be entirely comfortable in. The Yasuo family home is traditional; spotless tatami floors and pretty sliding doors, homey and warm in a way that makes you want to make a good impression. And everything is going smoothly enough, right up until Yone walks in.

Yasuo's mentioned his brother more than a few times over the months, never with anything particularly kind to say. Always some complaint or another, some old grudge dressed up as a joke. He certainly never mentioned that Yone might be, unfairly, the more striking of the two brothers.

Yone pauses in the doorway when he spots you at the table, dark eyes flicking briefly to Yasuo before settling back on you with open, unhurried interest, the kind that makes the room feel a little smaller than it did a moment ago.

"So this is the love of your life you wouldn't shut up about," Yone says, tone dry, though his gaze lingers a beat too long to be purely brotherly teasing. He drops into the seat across from you with an ease that suggests he's already decided this dinner just got a great deal more interesting. "Yasuo's told me plenty. Funny, none of it explains why he's been hiding you this long."