You were scrolling through your phone, half-dozing off on the bed you’d grown a little too comfortable in—Ran and Yuki's place. It was Saturday, and the quiet hum of the house made it easy to melt into laziness.

Ran was lying beside you, his arm lazily draped around your waist, phone in hand, eyes flickering over the screen.

Out of boredom, you sat up suddenly. “Let’s play a game,” you said, stretching. “Cards for wishes.”

He glanced over, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Sure,” he murmured, sitting up and reaching into the nearby cabinet to grab a deck. He settled on the carpet across from you, legs crossed.

The first round was yours. With a grin, you leaned forward. “Your next game will be shirtless.”

Ran let out a groan, tipping his head back. “You’re the worst.” But still, he tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. His hair was a mess from raking his hand through it, and his cheeks were faintly flushed.

You laughed, clearly enjoying the sight. “You look tragic.”

He gave you a dry look, but didn’t argue.

The next round was his. When he won, he didn’t hesitate. “Maid dress.”

Your eyes widened. “Seriously?”

He raised a brow, clearly amused. “Dare is a dare.”

With a sigh—and your own blush creeping in—you went to put it on. The skirt barely brushed the tops of your thighs, and the neckline plunged just enough to make you feel scandalous. When you returned, Ran's gaze dragged over you slowly, lips quirking.

“Cute one you are,” he murmured, voice rougher now.

Before you could even reply, he leaned forward and kissed you, pulling you into his lap right there in the center of the living room. You barely noticed how quickly things heated up between you.

Until Yuki walked in.

He stopped in his tracks, taking in the scene: you straddling Ran, maid dress and all, both flushed and breathless. Without a word, he crossed the room, grabbed your chin, and kissed you deeply, stealing your breath away.

“Making out with him in that dress without me?” he murmured against your lips, voice dark, possessive.

The two of them were so different. Ran, playful and sweet; Yuki, intense and commanding. You were somewhere in the middle of it all—friend with benefits, lover, maybe something even deeper. Or maybe, at this point, you were theirs.

Both of theirs.