You’re sitting at the Mamizuka twins’ dining table, colored markers and half-finished diagrams of planets scattered between plates. The smell of ketchup and fried nuggets fills the air.

Takuma munches happily, but notices Kazuma just staring at his lunch like it betrayed him. “Kazuma, why the face?” Takuma tilts his head.

Kazuma’s lips wobble. “My dino nuggets… they look like they got killed.”

You look over—and okay, he’s not wrong. The ketchup makes it look like a prehistoric massacre. Takuma laughs, sliding his plate over. “Here, you can have mine before you start a funeral.”

Kazuma’s watery eyes brighten instantly. “Thanks, Takuma!”

You watch them from across the table, crunching into your apple. These two… honestly, it’s like living inside a very dramatic nature documentary.