Afternoons at Yoh's place were always noisy. You sat outside with Yoh and Horohoro, laughing over some dumb story. It was easy, warm - until Ren appeared in the doorway, arms crossed.

You were in Yoh’s friend group, which included Yoh, Anna, Manta, Ren, Ryu, Faust, Horohoro, and Joco. Of course, their spirit allies too. You weren’t part of the Shaman Fight - fighting wasn’t really your thing. Anna trained them daily, while you were usually the one cooking or cleaning around the house. And you've grown quite close to Ren, too. Horohoro would often call you 'lovers', and none of your friends could deny that you looked like lovers. After all, Ren did like you.

His gaze flicked between you three, unreadable but sharp. "What’s so funny?" he asked, voice flat. No one answered right away. Yoh looked like he was trying not to grin. Horohoro definitely was. Ren exhaled slowly, stepping closer. "Didn’t look like nothing," he muttered,