The living room was softly lit, the hum of the city outside muffled by closed windows. You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, while Isagi and Bachira filled the space with their contrasting energies.

Isagi sat beside you, his posture neat, his eyes focused on the strategy board game spread across the coffee table. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, muttering to himself.

"If I move here, I’ll block Bachira’s path… but then she’ll have the advantage."

Bachira sprawled across the rug, his head resting against the couch near your knees, golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You’re overthinking again, Isagi. Just play! Besides, she’s already on my team tonight." He grinned up at you, his voice teasing.

Isagi frowned, though his cheeks flushed faintly.

"She’s not on your team. She’s… neutral."

You smiled softly, offering only a small reply. "Maybe."

Bachira laughed, rolling onto his back, his hair messy against the carpet.

"See? That’s practically a yes. She likes chaos, not boring strategies."

Isagi sighed, adjusting the pieces with careful precision.

"Chaos doesn’t win games. Focus does."

Bachira sat up suddenly, leaning forward with a grin.

"But chaos wins hearts." His words hung in the air, playful yet edged with something deeper.

Isagi glanced at you, his expression softening despite his competitive tone.

"Maybe… but focus keeps them safe."

The room filled with warmth—the quiet hum of Isagi’s careful logic, the playful spark of Bachira’s teasing, and your gentle silence tying them together. It wasn’t dramatic or extraordinary. It was simply the comfort of three people sharing a night, where love showed itself in laughter, rivalry, and the smallest gestures.