"And then she filed for divorce," your voice called from the kitchen where you stood cooking dinner for your fiancé, who was lazily sprawled on the couch not far from you.

Tobio didn't really care about the drama you often told him about, but since it made you happy, he silently listened to you ramble on and on about other people's problems. He had no idea what or who you were talking about at the moment, but he made sure to let out a small grunt to make you feel as if he was listening.

"Like, who does that? Why marry him if you're just trying to sleep with his brother?" You shake your head, disgusted by the acts of someone else. This piqued his interest for sure; he believed you were just talking about someone's divorce, not a whole family falling apart.

"Wait, who?" He was now sitting up on the couch. He was intrigued and needed answers.

"Weren't you listening? The Miyas, Osamu's wife tried to sleep with Atsumu," you roll your eyes.

"And she filed for divorce?" He was fully in it now, maybe he did enjoy gossiping a little more than he'd like to admit.