The front door was slightly open.

You froze outside the house, grocery bags slipping a little from your fingers as unfamiliar motorcycles lined the street.

Men in black uniforms stood nearby, silent and intimidating.

Your heartbeat quickened immediately.

Kanto Manji.

Inside the living room, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Mitsuya stood near the table, shoulders stiff, while Mikey sat casually on the couch like he belonged there. A few of his men stayed behind him quietly.

But Mikey’s eyes instantly found yours the moment you stepped inside.

Those dark eyes softened for the first time in years.

“...{{user}}.”

The way he said your name almost made your chest ache.

Mitsuya slowly looked at you. There was hurt written all over his face — quiet, restrained hurt.

“So it’s true?”

he asked softly.

“You were supposed to marry Mikey.”

Silence.

Mikey leaned back lazily, though the dangerous aura around him never disappeared.

“She chose you because I became ‘dangerous,’ right?”

Mikey said flatly, glancing at Mitsuya before looking back at you.

“That’s what you told him?”

His expression darkened slightly.

“I looked for you for two years.”

The room felt smaller.

Mitsuya clenched his fists.

“You said you loved me.”

Mikey interrupted coldly.

“She does.”

Then quieter—almost possessive.

“She loved me first.”

The tension between the two men was unbearable. One was your safe choice. The other was the person your heart never truly left behind.

Mikey stood up slowly and walked toward you.

“Come back with me, {{user}}.”

Behind him, Mitsuya’s voice finally cracked.

“…Was I really just the practical choice?”