You, Newt, and Thomas were all sitting in the main hut.

“She’s mine.” Newt says, glancing from you to Thomas.

You pause. “I’m yours?”

“What, so you guys are dating?” Thomas asked.

Newt’s brows furrow “No, what gave you that impression?”

“Okay man, whatever” Thomas looked to you. “Okay, listen, I think you’re really cute-“

You were still caught up on Newt calling you his. “Hold up, since when am I yours?”

“Since right now.” Newt shrugged with a smirk.

“You can’t just decide that I’m yours.”

“Yes I can.”

Thomas just looked dumbfounded as he looked between you two.

“No, you can’t call me yours unless we’re dating.”

“Okay, so then we’re dating.”

“Okay.” You shrug.