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The late afternoon sun spills golden light over the playground, painting everything in warm hues as little Toge Inumaki stands at the edge of the sandbox in the park, clutching a glossy magazine to his chest. His violet eyes shine with a determination far too fierce for a five-year-old. The other children are busy with their games, but his attention is fixed entirely on the boy in the magazine with a wooden kendo sword held at his side, his dark hair tousled and his soft eyes alight with focus. His name, printed neatly below in bold black letters, is Okkotsu Yuuta.

To Toge, the name alone sounds like magic.

Yuuta is everything Toge wants to be when he grows up: strong, talented, and admired by everyone in the neighborhood. At just six years old, Yuuta has already been hailed as a prodigy—someone special in a way that makes adults whisper in awe and children want to follow him like ducklings. There are stories of him effortlessly outdoing older kids in school, of his gentle nature that makes even cranky grandmothers smile, and of his courage when he helps a stray cat stuck in a tree.

“Do you know Yuuta Okkotsu?” Toge asks the nearest adult, a tired-looking woman sitting on a bench. His tiny voice carries the eagerness of a boy with big dreams.

“Okkotsu Yuu—Oh, the young Gojo clan boy? Sure, everyone knows him,” she replies with a small smile.

Toge’s chest puffs out proudly. “I’m going to marry him one day.”

The woman blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Oh? That’s… very ambitious of you.”

“Yes!” Toge declares, holding up his book like a sacred artifact. “He’s smart, and kind, and his favorite food is omurice! I’ll learn how to make it, and then he’ll love me forever.”

The woman stifles a chuckle, patting Toge’s head lightly. “Well, you’d better practice, then. A boy like that will likely present as an alpha and won’t stay unmated for long.”

That only makes Toge more determined. He’s already decided that Yuuta Okkotsu is his future. It doesn’t matter that they’ve never met, or that Yuuta is a whole year older. In his little heart, Toge knows that one day he will stand beside Yuuta as his equal—his partner. Until then, he has work to do.

TWO YEARS LATER

Toge is eight when word comes that the Gojo clan is visiting the Inumaki family, and his cousins waste no time teasing him mercilessly.

“Ooh, hear that, Toge? Your boyfriend is coming over!” they chime, their voices a chorus of playful jabs.

“Are you going to propose to your boyfriend today, Toge?” one of them adds with a smirk, making exaggerated kissy faces.

Toge huffs in frustration, his cheeks burning pink as he stubbornly turns away. He tries to ignore them, but his heart races at the thought of finally meeting Yuuta. 

Instead of reacting, he busies himself with preparations, determined to make a good impression. He starts by tidying up his room, his small hands carefully stacking books and smoothing the covers on his bed until not a wrinkle remains. Everything has to be perfect.

•~•~•

The next time his cousins find Toge, he’s sitting cross-legged on the polished wooden floor of the Inumaki estate’s expansive living room, carefully threading small white flowers into a string of greenery he gathered from the garden. The sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting warm patterns across the room. Despite the estate’s wealth—its high ceilings adorned with intricate woodwork, vases of seasonal flowers, and plush cushions on patterned rugs—Toge focuses on his task with the quiet humility that sets him apart.

“What are you doing this time, Toge?” Haruto drawls, leaning lazily against the couch. He’s the oldest among the cousins, his grin mischievous as always. “Making a love offering for your boyfriend?”

“Haruto,” Koharu warns, shooting him a look from her spot on the armchair. She’s flipping through a book, her long braid draped over her shoulder. 

“Leave him alone for once. He’s actually doing something productive.”

Haruto smirks, undeterred. “Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m wrong.” He leans forward, his dark eyes gleaming with teasing intent. 

“Toge’s been pining over Okkotsu Yuuta for years. And now, finally, he’s coming over. Tell me you’re not excited, Toge.”

Toge’s hands falter for just a second, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. “I’m just… making the garden look nice,” he mutters, focusing harder on tying the delicate flowers together.

“You mean for your future alpha,” Akihiro chimes in, his grin as sharp as the way he tosses the phrase. “Bet you’re going to propose when he steps through the door.”

“Stop it, Aki,” Koharu snaps, though a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. 

She watches Toge for a moment, her expression softening. “He’s been working hard all morning. Maybe you all should be helping instead of teasing him so much.”

“I can help!” Yuzuki chirps, plopping down beside Toge with her usual enthusiasm. “What can I do, Toge?”

Toge’s face brightens at her question, his usual shyness giving way to a soft smile. “You can tie these together,” he says, showing her how to loop the stems just so. “Like this.”

Yuzuki nods seriously, her small fingers fumbling a bit as she mimics his movements. “I want to make a garland like yours! It’s so pretty.”

“Not bad, Yuzu,” Mizuki remarks from her spot at the low table. She’s sketching idly on a piece of paper, glancing over occasionally. “But Toge’s has this perfect symmetry. Let me add some extra flowers later to balance it out—artistic touch, you know?”

“Symmetry,” Renji snickers from behind a cushion he’s propped up like a barricade. “Is that what they’re calling ‘true love’ now? Don’t forget to slip a love note into the garland, Toge.” He mimics a swooning expression, clutching his chest dramatically.

Riku, sitting quietly on the floor nearby, looks up from the set of wooden blocks he’s been stacking. “I think Toge’s garlands are cool,” he says earnestly. “Yuuta’s gonna like them.”

Toge glances at Riku and gives him a small, grateful nod. He might not say it, but he appreciates his younger cousin’s unwavering support.

“Yuuta’s not even presented yet, he and Toge might both be omegas.” Souta interjects from the corner, where he’s been silently observing the chaos. His voice is calm but pointed. “You’re all jumping to conclusions. He might not even care about flowers.”

Akihiro snorts. “Yeah, but Toge does. That’s the whole point. And if this Yuuta guy is half as amazing as Toge thinks, he’ll care too. As Toge’s alpha should! ”

Toge blushes furiously, hiding his face behind his garland. “I’m just trying to make things nice,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

Haruto ruffles his hair as he walks by, grinning. “Relax, little one. Yuuta’s gonna love it. And if he doesn’t, we’ll make him.”

Toge huffs, pushing Haruto’s hand away, though his lips twitch into a reluctant smile. As the others continue their playful jabs and banter, Toge gets to his feet, brushing petals from his lap. 

“I’m going to check the garden,” he announces, eager for the quiet sanctuary of the outdoors.

Yuzuki scrambles to her feet. “I’ll help!”

“Me too!” Riku chimes, following close behind.

“Go ahead,” Koharu says, waving them off. “Don’t let these troublemakers distract you, Toge. You’ve got this.”

As he walks outside, flanked by his two younger cousins, he takes a deep breath. The teasing voices fade, and the familiar scent of earth and flowers calms him as does the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The garden is pristine, the result of hours of careful tending. Despite the grandeur of his surroundings—the sprawling estate, the perfectly trimmed hedges, the koi pond that sparkles like liquid gold—Toge is a boy happiest with dirt under his nails and the sun on his face.

He crouches to pull a stray weed from the flower bed, his thoughts wandering to Yuuta. For all the teasing, his cousins aren’t entirely wrong. He is excited to meet the boy he’s heard so much about, the one whose name feels like magic on his tongue.

Maybe, Yuuta will see the garden and like it. 

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll think Toge is nice, too.

•~•~•

It’s a week later when the Gojo clan arrives, and the Inumaki household is alive with anticipation. Toge stands at the grand entrance with his parents, his small hands clasped tightly in front of him. His heart races as the visiting group approaches, his violet eyes searching eagerly for a particular figure.

Then he spots him.

Yuuta stands slightly behind a tall man with snowy white hair and round sunglasses. He’s smaller than Toge expected, his posture shy and uncertain as he half-hides behind the adults. His dark hair is slightly messy, and his hands fidget with the hem of his shirt. He doesn’t look like the confident boy from the magazine—the one whose stance with a kendo sword was sure and proud. But Toge realizes, with a soft pang in his chest, that wasn’t what drew him to Yuuta in the first place.

When midnight blue eyes meet his, Toge’s heart skips a beat.

Yuuta’s gaze is wide and a little nervous, but there’s a softness there that makes Toge’s chest feel warm. Slowly, Toge smiles, his lips curving shyly. Yuuta blinks, his shoulders still tense, but then he smiles back—a small, hesitant thing that seems to soften the edges of his unease.

Toge barely hears the adults exchanging greetings and pleasantries around him. He’s too focused on Yuuta, too caught up in the way his quiet smile seems to light up his face despite his nervousness. Taking a deep breath to steady his pounding heart, Toge steps forward.

“Hi, Yuuta,” he says softly, his voice clear despite the fluttering in his chest. “I’m Toge. Do you want to see my gardens?”

Yuuta glances up at the tall man beside him, seeking reassurance. The man grins, a playful glint in his covered eyes, and ruffles Yuuta’s hair with a large hand. “Go on, kiddo,” he says cheerfully. “We’ll handle the boring grown-up stuff.”

Yuuta ducks his head, squawking a quiet protest as the hand messes up his already tousled hair. His cheeks flush pink, but when he looks back at Toge, there’s a flicker of curiosity in his expression. He nods, stepping out from the protective circle of the adults.

Toge beams, his earlier nerves dissolving into quiet excitement. He gestures for Yuuta to follow, leading him down the stone path that winds toward the garden. Yuuta keeps close, his steps careful as he glances around, taking in the vibrant flower beds and trimmed hedges.

As they head through the hedges to get to the main garden, Toge points out different flowers, talking about each one. Yuuta listens closely, nodding and smiling. The late afternoon sun makes the colors of the flowers even more vibrant. 

Yuuta listens closely, nodding and making sure to look at each flower Toge talks about, wanting to remember everything.

“And these ones are sunflowers,” Toge says, touching a tall, yellow flower. “They always turn to face the sun.”

“That’s cool. They’re so happy-looking.” Yuuta looks up at it and smiles.

“They are,” Toge agrees cheerfully, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. “Do you have a garden at home, Yuuta?”

Yuuta shakes his head. “No, but I always wanted one. I never got to learn about plants.”

Toge’s eyes brighten, and he puffs his chest out a little, looking proud. “Well, you can come here anytime! I can teach you everything I know.”

Yuuta’s lips twitch into a shy smile, his hands twisting the hem of his shirt into a tight bundle. “Yeah? I’d like that,” he says softly, sincerity thick in his voice. “Thank you, Toge.”

Toge launches into a lively explanation about his favorite flowers and their meanings, gesturing animatedly as he speaks. Yuuta finds himself captivated—not just by the information, but by the energy radiating from Toge. It’s warm and inviting, like sunlight filtering through leaves, and it draws Yuuta in. He nods along, asking questions now and then, feeling the tension he’d carried with him slowly ease away.

Being here at the Inumaki estate, surrounded by lush greenery and Toge’s laughter, feels nothing like the pristine isolation of the Gojo estate. There, everything is so perfectly arranged, so proper and untouchable, that Yuuta often feels like an intruder in his own space. It’s a place where he can’t help but be hyper-aware of himself, afraid that even the softest touch might mar the perfection around him. The silence there is heavy, not comforting, and every echo of his footsteps reminds him of how alone he is.

But here, with Toge, the air is different. It’s lively and chaotic in the best way. Flowers bloom in patches of color that feel wild and free rather than controlled. The faint hum of bees and the rustle of leaves fill the quiet spaces, making everything feel alive. Toge, vibrant and kind, is the heart of it all. His easy acceptance, his delight in sharing something he loves, makes Yuuta feel like he’s found a place he belongs. It’s almost like being at home with his parents, where things weren’t always perfect but were always warm, always real.

“Toge,” Yuuta says after a while, his voice softer now, “I think… you’re amazing.”

Toge blinks in surprise, his cheeks dusting pink, but he grins broadly. “Well, of course! You’re lucky to have me as your teacher.”

Yuuta laughs, for what feels like the first time in a while, and something inside him clicks into place. For the first time in a long time, he feels like he can breathe.

“This is my favorite spot,” Toge says, leading Yuuta to a bench nestled among a bed of tulips. “I come here whenever I need to think.”

Yuuta sits down, looking around in awe. “It’s really pretty,” he murmurs.

Toge sits beside him, feeling a sense of contentment. “I’m glad you like it. Do you have a favorite flower?”

Yuuta tilts his head, looking thoughtful for a moment. His gaze drifts, caught by something deeper in the garden. Without answering, he gets up and wanders a few feet away, drawn toward a cluster of striking flowers tucked among the greenery. Their petals are a rich, velvety maroon, their color almost hypnotic as it seems to drink in the sunlight rather than reflect it.

Kneeling beside them, Yuuta reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering just above one of the blooms. He pauses, not wanting to disturb it, and instead studies the flower closely.

Now that Yuuta has stopped, Toge walks over and tilts his head curiously. "You found something interesting?" he asks, a gentle smile on his face.

Yuuta glances up, a bit surprised to see Toge watching him. "Oh," he murmurs, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I was just looking at these flowers. The color caught my eye."

Toge steps closer to get a better look. "Ah, those are Black Satin dahlias," he says enthusiastically. "They're pretty, aren't they?"

Yuuta nods, his gaze returning to the deep red petals. "Yeah. This shade of red... it's the same color as the walls of my dojo."

Toge's eyes widen with interest, picturing Yuuta winning a match in a large room filled with the flowers. "Really? That's so cool!" he exclaims. "Your dojo must be impressive."

A small, genuine smile spreads across Yuuta's face. "It's nothing fancy, but I like it."

Toge beams, clearly pleased. "Well, now you have a little piece of home here," he says. 

Yuuta looks back at the flowers, his expression thoughtful. "I like that," he admits. "Thanks for sharing this with me, Toge."

"Anytime," Toge replies, puffing his chest out slightly with pride. "If you want, I can teach you how to take care of them. They're a bit tricky, but worth the effort."

"I'd like that," Yuuta says, meeting Toge's eyes. The connection between them feels warm and easy, a stark contrast to the distant formality he's grown accustomed to at the Gojo estate.

Toge grins, his enthusiasm infectious. "Great! We'll make a gard'ner out of you yet."

Yuuta chuckles, feeling lighter than he has in days. "I guess I have a lot to learn."

"Don't worry," Toge assures him, nudging his shoulder playfully. "You've got the best teacher."

Yuuta smiles, a genuine, warm smile that makes Toge’s heart flutter. Yuuta might be shy, but he’s kind and attentive, and better than Toge could have ever imagined.

Toge’s eyes light up as an idea sparks in his mind. Without a second thought, he grabs Yuuta’s hand, his fingers warm and firm, and tugs him forward. “Come on!” he says, his voice brimming with excitement. “You have to see these!”

Yuuta stumbles slightly at first but quickly falls into step, letting himself be pulled along. Toge’s energy is contagious, and Yuuta can’t help but smile as they weave through the garden paths.

They come to a stop a few rows away, where a patch of lavender stretches out in soft waves of purple. 

The flowers sway gently in the breeze, their soothing scent filling the air. Toge gestures enthusiastically, his grin wide and bright. “These ones are also my favorite!” he exclaims, practically glowing with pride.

Yuuta looks at the lavender in awe, the vibrant color and calming aroma wrapping around him like a gentle hug. “They’re beautiful,” he says softly, his voice filled with admiration.

Toge stops and smiles, pointing to them. “These are lavender. They’re one of my favorites. They symbolize purity, and calmness.”

Yuuta leans in, inhaling the soothing fragrance. “They smell so nice. I’ve seen lavender before, but I didn’t know they had a meaning.”

Toge nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! They’re also used to help people relax and sleep better. My family uses them a lot for making oils and things.”

Yuuta’s eyes widen with interest. “That’s really cool. Do you use them too?”

Toge grins. “I do! I have a little baggy of dried lavender under my pillow. It helps me sleep, especially when I’m feeling anxious.”

Yuuta looks thoughtful. “I get anxious sometimes too. Maybe I should try that.”

Toge’s face lights up. “I can make one for you if you’d like. It’s really easy, and I think you’ll love it.”

Yuuta's face flushes a deep pink. "I'd like that, thank you."

Then, Toge remembers he’s out of his favorite little baggies with the sparkles and the string you pull to close the opening... Oh, but that's fine, Toge can do one better! "Oh, actually, come with me!" 

Yuuta lets out a small yelp of surprise as Toge grabs his hand and pulls him along. They weave through the small maze of gardens, the vibrant flowers a blur around them. Toge’s grip is firm and reassuring, and he doesn’t let go until they reach his room.

Breathless, Yuuta looks around, taking in the cozy space. Toge smiles, reaching under his pillow and pulling out his own lavender sachet.

Turning to Yuuta, he holds it out with a smile. "Here, you should have this!"

Yuuta looks at the sachet, his eyes wide with excitement as he reaches out to take it, but stops short. "Are you sure? But this is yours."

Toge nods enthusiastically. "I can always make another one, and I want you to have this. It will help you sleep better, and that would make me happy."

Yuuta hesitates for a moment before taking the sachet, his fingers brushing against Toge's. "Thank you, Toge. This means so much to me."

"You're welcome." Toge beams, feeling a warmth spread through him. 

Toge feels his chest swell with warmth, his heart thudding steadily as he watches Yuuta’s careful movements and the gentle curve of his smile. More than ever, Toge is sure of one thing: he wants to marry that boy. One day, somehow, Yuuta Okkotsu will be his. "I like you, Yuuta. I'm glad we got to spend time together today."

Yuuta clutches the lavender sachet close to his chest, a soft smile playing on his lips as his eyes shine with unshed tears. "Me too, Toge. This has been the best day ever." 

He can’t help but think how kind it is of Toge to be so nice to him. It’s usually so hard for him to make friends. People often find him too shy, too quiet, or just have odd expectations of him, but Toge seems to understand him perfectly.

•~•~•

The visit is drawing to a close when the soft sound of footsteps echoes from the hallway. A tall woman with warm eyes—eyes that look just like Yuuta’s—appears in the doorway. Her presence is commanding yet gentle as she offers a small smile. “Yuuta, it’s time to go,” she says softly.

Yuuta’s face falls instantly, his lips pulling into a pout. “Already?” he whines, glancing at Toge like he’s being forced to part with a treasure. “But I don’t want to leave.”

Toge stiffens slightly at the woman’s presence, the automatic instinct for rules and propriety prickling along his spine. He lowers his gaze, bowing respectfully. “Thank you for coming to visit,” he says formally, his voice steady even as his stomach twists with an unfamiliar ache at Yuuta’s impending departure.

When he straightens, however, he’s caught completely off guard. Yuuta launches forward, wrapping his arms around Toge in a tight hug that traps Toge’s own arms awkwardly by his sides. The contact is warm and sudden, and for a moment, Toge swears his heart stops.

A giggle bubbles up from deep within him, slipping out before he can stop it. It’s light and free, carrying the kind of joy he hadn’t known he was capable of feeling until now. He barely manages to keep his balance as Yuuta squeezes him.

When Yuuta finally pulls back, his cheeks are dusted with a shy pink, and even the tips of his ears are flushed. “Thank you, Toge!” he says earnestly, his voice bright with genuine gratitude. Then, with a quick, awkward little bow, he steps back and takes his mother’s hand.

Toge doesn’t move, still frozen in place, his cheeks tingling as he watches them walk down the hall together. His chest feels oddly full, his heart racing in a way he doesn’t entirely understand. Just as they near the end of the hallway, he faintly hears Yuuta’s voice echo back to him.

“When can we come back?” Yuuta asks, his tone hopeful and excited.

Toge feels a smile stretch across his face. 

Even if Yuuta isn’t the confident boy from the magazine, Toge thinks he’s even better. Because this Yuuta, shy and kind and a little unsure, is real. And Toge is already sure he wants to know everything about him. 

The invitation comes over the phone one quiet evening, a few months later.

He’s lounging improperly on a big arm chair, legs dangling over the side, idly flipping through one of his favorite books, when the phone rings. His mother answers, her voice polite and warm as she calls out, “Toge, it’s for you!”

He scrambles to his feet, taking the phone with a curious tilt of his head. “Hello?” he says softly.

“Toge? It’s… it’s Yuuta,” comes the reply, low and hesitant, as though Yuuta is testing the waters.

Toge’s heart skips a beat at the familiar voice. “Hi, Yuuta.”

There’s a pause on the other end, the faint sound of shuffling. When Yuuta speaks again, his voice is quieter, more shy than usual, as if he’s nervous about what he’s about to say. “I, um… I have a kendo match this weekend. It’s an important one, and… I was wondering if you’d like to come? Only if you want to!” His words tumble out quickly, as if he’s worried Toge might interrupt with a refusal.

Toge blinks, his grip on the phone tightening. The idea of Yuuta wanting him there, of all people, sends a warm rush through his chest. “Really? You want me to come?”

“Yeah,” Yuuta says, his voice even quieter now, almost a mumble. “I thought it’d be… nice if you were there. You don’t have to, though, if you’re busy or—”

“I’ll come,” Toge interrupts, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. His face flushes as he realizes how eager he sounds, but he doesn’t care. “I’d love to come.”

The relief in Yuuta’s voice is unmistakable. “Really? That’s… great. I’m glad.” There’s a softness to his tone now, a warmth that makes Toge’s chest feel tight in the best way. “I’ll make sure there’s a seat up front for you.”

Toge hangs up a few minutes later, his heart pounding and his face glowing with excitement. Yuuta wants him to be there. The thought makes Toge feel good—like he’s important, like he matters to Yuuta. Warmth spreads through him, and he can’t help but grin. He’s never been so excited for anything in his life.

•~•~•

The first time Toge sees Okkotsu Yuuta play kendo, it’s on the local news. He’s six, sitting cross-legged on the plush living room rug, staring wide-eyed at the screen. Yuuta’s movements are sharp and precise, the wooden sword an extension of his arm as he effortlessly defeats his opponent. The announcers gush about his talent, calling him a prodigy, but Toge barely hears them. All he can focus on is the boy—the determined set of his mouth, the glint of focus in his midnight blue eyes. Toge’s heart races, and he knows, even then, that Yuuta is special.

But seeing Yuuta on TV is nothing like seeing him in person, like he is now.

Toge sits in the front row of the dojo, his legs dangling slightly from the chair, his hands clutching the edge of the seat. His cousin Haruto sits beside him, leaning back with an air of casual indifference, but Toge can’t bring himself to relax. His heart pounds as he watches Yuuta step onto the mat, dressed in a dark kendo uniform, his wooden sword held lightly but firmly in his hands.

Yuuta invited him to come today. The memory of Yuuta’s quiet voice over the phone, asking if he wanted to watch; shy, as if he expected Toge might say no, still echoes in Toge’s mind, and the thought sends a thrill through him.

Now, here he is, barely breathing as he watches Yuuta bow to his opponent. The dojo is quiet except for the shuffling of feet and the low murmurs of the audience. The air feels heavy with anticipation, but Yuuta looks calm—focused, even.

The match begins, and Toge’s breath catches in his throat. Yuuta moves like water, each strike precise and deliberate, his footwork smooth and confident. It’s mesmerizing to watch, the way he flows across the mat, his midnight blue eyes never leaving his opponent. There’s no hesitation in his movements, no faltering. Even when the other boy launches an aggressive attack, Yuuta meets it head-on, his counterstrike swift and decisive.

“Wow,” Haruto mutters beside him, finally sitting up. “He’s really good.”

Toge doesn’t answer. He’s too captivated, his chest tight with something he can’t quite name. Seeing Yuuta in person like this—the sharp focus in his eyes, the quiet strength in his stance—it’s nothing like the polished image on the TV. It’s better.

The match ends with Yuuta’s victory, a clean and decisive strike that sends his opponent stumbling back. The audience claps politely, but Toge’s hands tremble as he joins in, his heart racing.

As Yuuta steps off the mat, his gaze flickers toward the front row. When their eyes meet, he smiles—a small, genuine smile that feels like it’s just for Toge. Toge’s cheeks flush pink, but he smiles back, his chest warm and full.

Haruto leans closer, smirking. “You’re staring, you know.”

Toge ignores him, his gaze never leaving Yuuta.

In this moment, watching Yuuta’s easy smile, Toge knows he wants all of Yuuta; not just the confident, strong kendo opponent on the mat, but also the shy, anxious boy whose hand trembled slightly as Toge handed him a flower in the garden.

Each part of Yuuta, from his quiet moments of vulnerability to his bursts of fierce determination, draws Toge in deeper. He knows, with a certainty that thrums through his very bones, that he’ll stand by Yuuta’s side one day—not just as a friend, but as something more. He doesn’t know how or when, but his heart, like Yuuta’s precise strikes, doesn’t waver in its conviction.

As the applause fades and the low hum of conversation picks up around the dojo, Toge’s ears catch snippets of voices nearby. Not far from where he and Haruto sit, an adult couple leans slightly toward one another, their voices soft but just loud enough for Toge to overhear.

“Rika is absolutely smitten with him,” the woman says, her tone affectionate. “Every time she talks about him, her eyes light up. It’s so sweet.”

The man beside her chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, who can blame her? He’s a good boy—kind, polite, and clearly talented. They’d make a perfect match.”

Toge’s fingers tighten on the edge of his seat, his chest squeezing. He keeps his face turned toward the mat, but his heart stirs uncomfortably at the mention of Yuuta and marriage. A flicker of something like jealousy bubbles up, though he quickly pushes it down. He tells himself it’s silly. But he can’t help how his heart twists at the thought of someone else being so close to the boy who’s captivated him.

A few seats down, another conversation drifts through the air, this time between two older men. “That boy,” one says, nodding toward Yuuta, who’s now standing with his kendo instructor. “He’s going to make a fine alpha one day. You can see it already—he’s strong, disciplined, and carries himself with dignity. He’ll have no trouble finding a mate.”

“True,” the other agrees, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “But,” he adds, his voice lowering slightly, “it’s inappropriate to behave as if one designation is better than the other. A fine omega or beta could carry those same qualities, and we’d be just as proud.”

“Of course,” the first man replies, though his tone suggests a hint of defensiveness. “But you can’t deny that there’s a certain… expectation for someone like him. Strong leaders are often alphas.”

“Perhaps,” the second man says, his expression calm but firm. “But strength comes in many forms. It’s a disservice to a child to put them on a pedestal for something they’ve yet to grow into. Let them be a child first.”

Toge listens quietly, his gaze shifting to Yuuta, who’s speaking softly with the white-haired man now, his body language still a mixture of shyness and growing confidence. It’s hard to imagine anyone boxing Yuuta into one category, one future, as if that could define all of who he is.

Toge’s chest swells with a mixture of pride and protectiveness. Whether Yuuta becomes a strong alpha, a nurturing beta, or a steady omega doesn’t matter to Toge. What he wants, more than anything, is for Yuuta to keep being himself—the shy boy who trembled when Toge handed him a flower and the confident kendo prodigy who commands the mat. All of him, no matter how he turns out, is more than enough.

Haruto nudges him lightly, breaking his thoughts. “What are you daydreaming about?” he teases, grinning. “Let me guess— your Yuuta. ”

Toge huffs, brushing Haruto’s elbow away, but his cheeks heat in response, giving away entirely that Haruto isn’t wrong.

FOUR YEARS LATER

The late afternoon sunlight streams through the window of Yuuta’s room, casting a warm, golden glow over the tidy space. It’s a cozy, well-organized room, with stacks of books and papers neatly arranged on the desk where Yuuta sits, his head bent over a math workbook. Toge is sprawled on Yuuta’s bed, pillows bunched up behind him to make himself comfortable, his Nintendo DS in hand. The soft clicking of the buttons fills the otherwise quiet room.

“Ugh,” Yuuta mutters, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. “How do they expect us to solve this stuff without a calculator? It’s, like… cruel.”

Toge doesn’t respond immediately, his attention focused on the bright screen in front of him. His character dodges an attack just in time, and with a triumphant “Yes!” under his breath, he presses a final button, winning the round. Only then does he glance over at Yuuta, who’s frowning at his workbook like it’s insulted him.

Without a word, Toge leans over the side of the bed and pulls his backpack closer. He rummages through it for a moment before retrieving a small container. Inside are sweet red bean buns his mom made that morning, still soft and fragrant. Popping the lid off, Toge holds the container out to Yuuta.

Yuuta looks up, blinking in surprise before his face breaks into a soft smile. “Thanks,” he says, taking the bun. He hesitates for a moment before adding, “Your mom’s cooking is always so good. She’s, uh... mazing.”

Toge shrugs, picking up his DS again. “She’s pretty great. I told her you’d probably like these so she made a bunch.”

Yuuta takes another bite, savoring the flavor. “You weren’t wrong. These are, like, perfect.”

For a while, the two fall into a companionable silence. Yuuta continues to work through his math problems, occasionally scribbling something in the margins of his notebook, while Toge battles through levels on his game. Every now and then, Yuuta glances over at Toge, watching as he tilts his DS slightly, fully absorbed in the action. Having Toge there, so relaxed and at ease, makes the stress of studying feel a little more bearable.

After a particularly frustrating problem, Yuuta sets his pencil down and swivels his chair to face the bed. “Do you ever feel like schoolwork is just a way to torture us?” he asks, half-joking.

Toge glances at him, his fingers still clicking at the DS. “Yeah, totally,” he says without looking up. “They probably sit around thinking about new ways to make our lives miserable.”

Yuuta chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s not fair you’re just sitting there having fun while I’m over here suffering.”

Toge pauses his game, glancing at Yuuta with a raised brow and a mock expression of pity. Then, with an exaggerated motion, he pats the spot next to him on the bed, wordlessly inviting Yuuta to ditch the studying and join him.

Yuuta laughs. “I can’t. I’ll fail the test.”

Toge rolls his eyes but smirks as he does. “You’re not going to fail, Yuuta. You’re too good at this stuff. Just take a break.”

Yuuta huffs out a sigh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You’re probably right,” he admits. “But if I mess this up, I’m blaming you.”

Toge shrugs, clearly unconcerned. “Sure. I’ll take the blame. But you won’t mess it up.”

Yuuta smiles at that, the tension easing from his shoulders. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Toge doesn’t answer, just goes back to his game with a faint flush on his cheeks. The quiet comfort of the room settles around them again, and Yuuta picks up his pencil, feeling lighter just having Toge there. to finish what he's working on.

Minutes later, Yuuta sighs deeply as he sets his pencil down, finally finishing the last math problem in the set. “Done,” he announces, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “I survived.”

Toge doesn’t look up from his DS, but his lips curl into a small, knowing smile. “Told you,” he says simply, flicking through a menu on the screen.

Yuuta stretches, rolling his shoulders before standing. “Alright, I’m taking your advice. Break time! Scooch over.”

He moves toward the bed and plops down beside Toge, settling in against the pile of pillows. For a moment, there’s a slight gap between them, but as Yuuta shifts to get more comfortable, he edges closer. When he finally stops moving, their shoulders and thighs are pressed together, his warmth bleeding through Toge’s clothes.

The heat spreads everywhere, making Toge’s cheeks warm and his chest feel tight. He’s very aware of the way they’re touching, but he’s also used to Yuuta’s easy proximity. It’s just Yuuta—kind, thoughtful, and unknowingly affectionate Yuuta. Toge swallows the flutter in his chest and keeps his movements casual, refusing to let himself come across as a lovesick fool.

“You play,” Toge says, handing Yuuta the DS without looking at him. He shifts slightly, angling toward Yuuta as if to watch the game more closely, though the way his knee bumps lightly against Yuuta’s is entirely deliberate.

“Me?” Yuuta asks, his voice tinged with hesitation as he takes the DS. “I’m not good at these kinds of games.”

“That’s why you practice,” Toge replies with a teasing smile.

Yuuta lets out a soft laugh and starts the game. It doesn’t take long for him to struggle; within moments, his character is struck by an enemy and collapses. “Oh, come on,” Yuuta groans, frowning at the screen.

Toge giggles, leaning in slightly to watch. “You’ve got to shield faster. Hold down B.”

Yuuta tries again, his brows furrowing in concentration, but his timing is off, and his character falls once more. Toge stifles another laugh, his shoulders shaking. “Okay, okay. Watch for the red flash. That’s when they’re about to attack. Shield then.”

Yuuta grumbles, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips as he restarts the level. This time, Toge leans in, watching intently. When Yuuta is too slow to shield, Toge’s hand darts out, pressing the B button for him.

“Hey!” Yuuta protests, though his laughter breaks through the mock indignation. “I was going to get it!”

“Sure you were,” Toge says, smirking. “You’ve died, like, five times already. I’m saving you.”

Yuuta laughs, his cheeks a little pink, but he doesn’t pull away from Toge’s closeness. He tries again, this time managing to last a little longer before slipping up. Each time he fails, Toge offers tips between giggles, occasionally intervening when Yuuta is just a fraction too slow.

By the time Yuuta finally gets the hang of it and clears the first stage, he’s grinning ear to ear, his laughter echoing in the quiet room. Toge can’t help but smile back, warmth blooming in his chest—not just from their closeness but from the sheer joy of the moment.

“See?” Toge says, his voice soft but playful. “You’re getting it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yuuta replies, nudging Toge lightly with his shoulder. “Thanks to my secret weapon.”

Toge smirks, leaning back against the pillows. “Anytime.”

Over time, as the game goes on, they start to slouch together, their earlier posture giving way to the easy comfort of the moment. Yuuta’s focus sharpens as he plays, his midnight blue eyes locked on the screen, while Toge leans in closer, his attention shifting from the game to Yuuta himself. Eventually, Toge’s head finds its way to Yuuta’s shoulder, resting there lightly as he watches the action unfold on the DS.

The steady warmth of Yuuta’s presence seeps into Toge, calming and grounding him. Yuuta doesn’t seem to mind—if anything, he leans just slightly into Toge’s touch, his movements as natural as if this were the way they always were. Toge offers the occasional bit of advice or encouragement, his voice soft and low, and Yuuta responds with quiet laughter or a quick nod, never once pulling away.

As Yuuta navigates another tricky level, muttering something about “too many enemies,” Toge closes his eyes briefly, savoring the simple closeness between them. Moments like this—where Yuuta’s warmth feels like it belongs next to him, where their quiet connection feels unshakable—are what Toge treasures most.

Toge’s childhood crush had grown into something deeper over the years. What once was admiration had become a bond rooted in trust, shared experiences, and quiet understanding. Yuuta wasn’t just the boy Toge had once looked up to—he was the person who made Toge feel seen, whole, and safe.

Resting his head on Yuuta’s shoulder, Toge savored the warmth between them.

Toge cared deeply, so much more than he ever thought he could. Yuuta wasn’t just the boy he’d once had a crush on; he was the person Toge wanted by his side, the one who made him feel whole. And in moments like this, with Yuuta leaning into him, their breaths in sync and the world outside slipping away, Toge felt an unshakable truth settle in his heart: Yuuta wasn’t just important—he was everything.

Yuuta clears another level, letting out a satisfied sigh as he glances at Toge, who’s still resting his head against his shoulder. The quiet rhythm of the game and the warmth of their closeness have lulled them both into a relaxed state. Between moves, Yuuta pauses, lowering the DS slightly.

“Hey, Toge,” he says, his voice soft but a little hesitant.

Toge hums in response, his head tilting slightly to glance up at Yuuta, his violet eyes curious.

“You know the festival this weekend?” Yuuta asks, his thumb idly brushing the edge of the DS as he speaks.

At its core, the festival is about honouring the past, celebrating the present, and dreaming for the future. Held along the banks of the city’s central river, the festival symbolizes the enduring bonds between loved ones, both near and far, and the shared wishes for brighter days ahead.

For the people of the city, the Lantern Festival is more than an event—it’s a night to honor their roots, renew their connections, and send their dreams out into the world, carried by the enduring glow of light and love.

“Do you… want to go? Together, I mean.”

Toge feels his heart skip at Yuuta’s question, the words echoing in his mind. 

The question seems so casual, but to Toge, it feels monumental. Together. Yuuta could’ve asked anyone—he’s friendly, thoughtful, and the kind of person people naturally gravitate toward. 

Yuuta wants to go to the festival with him. Not with a group of school friends, not with his kendo teammates, or that girl Rika who lives next door, not even with one of their cousins tagging along— just him.

The corners of Toge’s lips tug into a small, involuntary smile, but it’s not enough to contain the joy bubbling inside. His heart pounds in a steady, almost giddy rhythm, and he has to remind himself to keep his cool. He doesn’t want to come off as overly eager, even if every fiber of his being is ready to burst with excitement.

Toge blinks, surprised for only a few seconds before a smile tugs at his lips. “Of course,” he says, his tone playful. “Who else would I go with?”

Yuuta laughs softly, his cheeks tinged pink. “I don’t know, Haruto maybe? He seems like he’d love festivals.”

“Haruto?” Toge snorts, sitting up slightly but still leaning into Yuuta’s side. “Yeah, right. He’d probably just spend the whole time teasing me.” He shifts his gaze back to Yuuta, his smile turning softer. “I’d rather go with you.”

Yuuta’s blush deepens, but he grins, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “Alright, then. It’s a date—well—uh, you know...”

Toge chuckles, not bothering to hide how pleased he is. “Sounds good to me.”

For a moment, the room feels even warmer, the comfortable silence between them filled with an unspoken excitement. Yuuta picks up the game again, his fingers resuming their steady movements, but every so often, he glances at Toge out of the corner of his eye, his smile lingering.

Toge watches him quietly, the corner of his lips quirking up as he leans his head back against Yuuta’s shoulder. The idea of the festival—lanterns glowing, the buzz of people, and Yuuta by his side—is enough to make his chest feel light and full all at once. 

His thoughts drift like the lanterns themselves soon will, painting vivid, almost dreamlike pictures of what the festival might hold for them. The glow of the lanterns reflect in Yuuta’s deep blue eyes, Toge imagines, catching the light just so, making him look even more handsome than he already does. He pictures the two of them wandering through the lively festival streets, sharing bites of taiyaki or candied apples. Our hands brush as one of us passes the treat to the other, he muses, his chest tightening with the thought. And Yuuta’s laugh… I’ll hear it when we try the game booths, teasing each other over missed throws or shaky hands.

Then there’s the thought of being so close to Yuuta in the bustling crowd. The festival will be loud, full of life, but we’ll be in our own little world, Toge daydreams. Our shoulders will touch as we walk side by side, the faint scent of incense and roasted snacks weaving through the air. His breath hitches as his imagination drifts further. Maybe—just maybe—there’ll be a moment when Yuuta leans in close, the warmth of his breath brushing against my ear as he says something meant only for me. The thought sends a spark of nervous energy down his spine, a tiny thrill blooming in his chest. His voice will be low, soft, and it’ll make the crowd and the noise disappear entirely.

He glances up at Yuuta now, watching how he shifts slightly, trying to play off his own nerves with a small laugh. Yuuta’s hand rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks faintly pink, and the sight makes Toge’s chest feel full to bursting. Yuuta looks so sincere, so quietly happy that Toge said yes, and it only makes Toge’s feelings for him feel even bigger.

He’s so earnest, Toge thinks, his heart swelling. So sincerely happy that I said yes to this da—whatever this is. His gaze lingers on Yuuta, his chest feeling impossibly full, like his emotions are too big for his body to contain. It’s not fair how much I…

Toge looks away quickly, clutching the thought before it can fully form, as if letting it out into the open might make it too real. But even as he focuses back on the present, the weight of his daydreams lingers, warm and comforting, making the air between them feel softer, brighter.

•~•~•

The sun is starting to set, but the festival is alive with light and sound, lanterns casting a soft glow over the bustling crowd. Toge adjusts the sleeve of his kimono, a deep forest green patterned with white peonies. It matches Yuuta’s perfectly—black with the same floral design in silver threads. They hadn’t planned it, but when they saw the fabrics laid out side by side at the tailor’s shop, neither of them had wanted anything else.

Yuuta walks ahead, his dark hair almost brushing his shoulders now. Toge notices how it frames his face, softening the angles while somehow making him look sharper. Handsome. Toge always thought Yuuta was pretty, but now there’s something more, something deeper.

His own body feels strange, like it’s shifting in ways he doesn’t have a grasp of yet. The telltale ache of scent glands forming at his neck is new, a faint pulse of warmth that makes him self-conscious. Soon, he’ll know—alpha, omega, beta—and the thought sends a shiver through him. He hopes, desperately, that whatever he is, it will align with Yuuta’s.

Things are changing. Yuuta’s changing. He’s taller now, not by much, but enough that Toge notices when he has to tilt his chin just slightly to meet his eyes. Yuuta must notice too, because he looks down at Toge with such a soft smile, one that makes Toge feel warm all over. Like he’s the only thing Yuuta sees.

Yuuta’s more confident these days, when they’re out and about. Working with his father has done something to him; his posture is straighter, his presence steadier. When they walk into a room, Yuuta’s gaze sweeps over everyone, calm and calculating, before settling on Toge. His smile is different, too—not shy, but radiant, full of a quiet kind of assurance that makes Toge’s heart stutter.

The festival is crowded, voices overlapping in the humid night air. Without hesitation, Yuuta reaches back and takes Toge’s hand, his fingers slipping through Toge’s like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Stay close to me,” Yuuta says, glancing over his shoulder. His grip is firm, warm. Toge can’t help but stare at the way their hands fit together, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

Yuuta weaves them through the crowd with ease, his hand never letting go of Toge’s. Lanterns swing overhead, their glow catching on the strands of Yuuta’s hair. The sight makes Toge’s chest ache, a soft, slow bloom of something too big to name.

Yuuta spots a stall selling taiyaki up ahead and looks down at Toge with that new smile of his, all brightness and warmth. “Hungry?” he asks.

Toge can only nod, his voice caught somewhere between his throat and his heart. He doesn’t even care how the rest of the night goes, this is already as amazing as it could be. All he knows is that Yuuta is still holding his hand, and he hopes he never lets go.

The sweet aroma of taiyaki fills the air as Yuuta tugs Toge toward a brightly lit food stall, his hand still loosely holding Toge’s. The vendor greets them with a warm smile, gesturing toward the rows of golden pastries.

“Pick one,” Yuuta says, his voice light, but the look in his eyes makes the offer feel genuine.

Toge hesitates for only a moment before pointing at the custard-filled option. Yuuta nods, ordering two—one for each of them—without missing a beat. When Toge starts to pull out his wallet, Yuuta shakes his head.

“I got it,” he says, smiling as he hands over a sleek black card. The vendor grabs it eagerly and swipes it quickly, offering a small bow as he hands Yuuta their taiyaki, perfectly wrapped and still warm.

Toge accepts his with a quiet but grateful nod. He takes a bite, the sweet custard filling spreading across his tongue, and his eyes widen slightly before squeezing shut as he groans in delight. It’s delicious. The warmth of the treat mirrors the warmth in his chest, and he glances up at Yuuta. His expression says everything: Thank you.

Yuuta grins back, a soft and almost flushed look on his face, as if the simple act of buying food for Toge means more than he’s letting on. They walk through the bustling festival, the glow of lanterns casting gentle shadows over the crowd.

After finishing their taiyaki, Yuuta pauses at a small stall selling delicate accessories. His gaze lingers on a hairpin shaped like a crescent moon, the pale lavender gemstone at its center catching the light in a way that makes him pause.

“This would suit you,” Yuuta says, holding the hairpin up to the side of Toge’s head. Toge blinks, startled, but Yuuta steps back and tilts his head slightly, as if imagining it there.

Toge waves a hand, a soft scoff on his face that says, Don’t be silly. I don’t need it.

But Yuuta shakes his head with a gentle laugh. “Just wait here.”

Before Toge can respond, Yuuta turns to the vendor, already pulling out the black card again. 

The transaction is quick, the vendor wrapping the hairpin in a small silk pouch before handing it to Yuuta. When Yuuta turns back, he places the pouch carefully in Toge’s hand, his expression softer now.

“It matches your eyes,” he says simply, his voice quiet but certain, as if that was all that matters.

Toge’s fingers close around the silk pouch, the fabric smooth against his skin. He hesitates for a moment, then pulls it open and slides the hairpin into his palm. The gemstone gleams softly under the lantern light, the crescent moon shape delicate and perfect. His lavender eyes widen as he tilts it, watching the light catch on the polished surface. 

It’s beautiful— almost too beautiful, he thinks, to be for me.

Before he can dwell on the thought, Yuuta’s hand darts out, plucking the hairpin from his palm. 

“Let me,” Yuuta says, his voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.

Toge blinks, caught off guard, as Yuuta steps closer. His hands come up, both of them, to gather Toge’s hair. His touch is careful and deliberate, but Toge can’t help noticing how his fingers linger, brushing through his hair more than necessary as he adjusts the pin.

His scalp tingles where Yuuta’s fingers graze it, the warmth of his hands lingering like a soft, steady hum. Toge swears his heart skips a beat when Yuuta smooths the hair around the pin one last time, his thumb brushing just behind Toge’s ear.

“There,” Yuuta murmurs, tilting his head to study his work. His fingers sift through the strands again, tucking a stray piece behind Toge’s ear. It feels like an excuse to touch him more, and Toge’s breath catches.

Is he doing this on purpose? Toge wonders, but he doesn’t mind. The attention, the closeness—it feels nice. Too nice. A soft purring sound threatens to rise in his throat, and he bites it back, his cheeks heating.

“There,” Yuuta says again, stepping back to admire the placement. His smile is brighter now, pleased and proud. “It really suits you.”

Toge huffs softly, glancing away as he touches the pin lightly. He doesn’t know how to respond, the warmth in his chest spreading like a slow fire. His lavender eyes dart back to Yuuta, and for a moment, he wonders if Yuuta notices the way his heart is racing.

Yuuta tilts his head, still smiling, as if waiting for some kind of reaction. Finally, Toge nods, his lips curving into a small but genuine smile. “Thank you.”

Yuuta’s gaze softens even more, and he reaches out to lace their fingers together again. 

“Come on,” he says, his voice light again. “There’s still a lot to see.”

Toge lets himself be pulled forward, the hairpin a soft weight in his hair and Yuuta’s touch still lingering.

As they wander further into the festival, Yuuta and Toge stumble upon a small, dimly lit booth nestled between two bustling food stalls. A sign hanging above the booth reads, “Face Painting & Fortunes” in a flowy script. Behind the counter sits a tiny old woman with sharp eyes and a warm smile, her gnarled fingers deftly dipping brushes into vibrant pots of paint.

“Would you like your fortune told?” she asks, her voice soft yet oddly commanding.

Yuuta looks at Toge, then back at the woman, and nods. She gestures for Yuuta to sit first, her brush already poised.

“You,” she says with a grin, “will wield great strength and responsibility.” Her hands move quickly, painting a long, straight sword across Yuuta’s forehead in bold black strokes, the hilt stretching above his left brow and the blade tilting toward his right temple.

When she finishes, Yuuta stands and glances at his reflection in a small handheld mirror on the counter. His bangs fall back into place, obscuring most of the sword, but the old woman only chuckles. “A symbol is most powerful when hidden,” she says cryptically, shooing him aside.

“Your turn, young one,” she says to Toge, her sharp eyes glinting as she gestures for him to sit.

Toge obeys, settling into the chair as the woman leans in close. Her brush moves with careful precision, the bristles cool against his cheeks. She paints a circle on each side of his face, each with a solid dot inside, then steps back to mix another color.

As she paints, she speaks softly. “You are a quiet one, yet your voice will carry great power. The world will learn to listen when you choose to speak.”

Yuuta watches from the side, his arms crossed loosely as he observes. The woman dips her brush again and draws two thin lines from the circles on Toge’s cheeks, letting them zigzag before curving toward the corners of his mouth. Toge is too focused on her words to notice how close the brush hovers to his lips.

Yuuta isn’t, though. He swallows hard as his gaze lingers on the tiny, deliberate strokes near Toge’s mouth. The old woman’s hand is steady, but Yuuta’s thoughts are anything but. His eyes drop lower, tracing the pale line of Toge’s throat as he tilts his head slightly to one side. The curve of Toge’s neck seems impossibly delicate in the warm lantern light, and Yuuta feels the heat rise in his chest.

He quickly clears his throat, jerking his gaze away as if burned. He folds his arms tighter, trying to focus on the bustle of the festival around them, but his heart thuds loudly in his ears.

The old woman straightens, stepping back with a satisfied hum. “There,” she says, handing Toge the mirror. “A mark of clarity and strength.”

Toge tilts the mirror to examine the design, his lavender eyes curious. He nods appreciatively, a small smile tugging at the corners of his painted lips as he silently thanks her. Yuuta doesn’t dare look directly at Toge again, instead pretending to study the patterns of the lanterns above.

“Take care of each other,” the woman adds with a knowing smile, waving them off.

Yuuta mutters his thanks, his hand automatically finding Toge’s as they step away from the booth. His grip is tighter than usual, though he doesn’t let himself think about why.

The soft glow of hanging lights sways in the gentle breeze as Yuuta and Toge meander through the bustling festival, the hum of laughter and conversation wrapping around them like a blanket. Yuuta spots a small booth tucked away between stalls selling candy and trinkets, its sign written in elegant calligraphy: “Fortune Sticks—Discover Your Path.”

“Hey, look at that!” Yuuta says, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. He nudges Toge’s arm with his elbow and points. “Let’s check it out.”

Toge tilts his head slightly, considering. His lavender eyes flick to the booth, where an old wooden box filled with thin sticks sits prominently on the counter. A small scroll explains the process: Shake the box, draw a stick, and reveal your fortune. Toge shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips, and gestures for Yuuta to lead the way.

The booth is small but charming, its decorations understated but thoughtful—strings of tiny paper cranes hang from the edges, and an incense stick burns slowly, filling the air with a calming scent. An older man sits behind the counter, his weathered hands resting on the fortune box as he watches them approach with a knowing smile.

“Come to seek guidance?” the man asks in a gravelly but kind voice.

“Something like that,” Yuuta replies cheerfully, rolling up his sleeves like he’s about to tackle an important task. He glances at Toge, who crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, his expression silently amused.

Yuuta reaches for the box, giving it a firm shake. The clatter of sticks inside is louder than necessary, drawing a few curious looks from passersby as he rattles the box with dramatic flair. 

Toge leans against the counter, watching with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as Yuuta rattles the box like it’s a game. The old man chuckles softly, and Toge’s eyes flicker to him briefly, catching the twinkle of amusement in the man’s gaze.

“Alright,” Yuuta says, drawing one with a flourish. “Let’s see what the universe has to say.”

He unties the small paper tied to the end and reads it aloud, his voice full of exaggerated gravitas. “A bright future is ahead of you.” He smirks, holding the stick like a trophy. “See? Told you I’m destined for greatness.”

Toge raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking in a silent, teasing challenge. He gestures for Yuuta to move aside, stepping up to the box himself. His approach is slower, more deliberate, as he shakes the container softly and draws out a stick. His fingers deftly untie the paper, and his lavender eyes scan the delicate script.

“Your heart will be understood by those who matter most,” Toge reads quietly, the words lingering on his tongue like the sweetness of festival taiyaki. He tilts his head, his gaze thoughtful, and glances at Yuuta.

Yuuta leans in closer, curious. “What does it say?” His voice is warm, teasing, as he tries to sneak a look at the paper.

Toge tilts the fortune away playfully, holding it just out of Yuuta’s reach, but then shares, “It says I’m understood by those who matter.” 

Yuuta grins, his expression shifting to something mischievous. “Oh? So that’s me, right? Do I matter, Toge?” he asks, leaning in even closer. His tone is light, but there’s a spark in his eyes, something playful but also sincere.

Toge rolls his eyes dramatically but can’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips. He shrugs in an exaggerated way, pretending to think about it. Finally, with a theatrical sigh, he nods and holds up a single finger to signal, Just a little.

Yuuta gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest. “Just a little? After everything? I even bought you taiyaki!”

Toge’s shoulders shake with a soft laugh, his smirk gentler now as he looks at Yuuta. “Fine,” he says, his voice quiet but warm. “Maybe more than a little.” He pauses, tapping his temple thoughtfully before his lavender eyes soften. “You matter a lot,” he adds, his tone carrying a sweetness that lingers in the air between them.

The words hit Yuuta harder than he expects, but he covers it up with a grin, stepping back to give a mock bow. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll take my rightful place as someone who matters most.”

Toge rolls his eyes again, but there’s a light blush on his cheeks as he stuffs the fortune into his sleeve. As they leave the booth, Yuuta nudges Toge with his shoulder, his voice soft but teasing. “You know, if you ever want me to understand your heart better, you can just tell me. Or—” He pauses, glancing down at Toge with a grin. “—you can show me.”

Toge’s cheeks darken, and he shakes his head, lightly shoving Yuuta away. But his smile stays, and he doesn’t let Yuuta walk too far ahead, his hand brushing against Yuuta’s every so often in the crowded festival streets.

Toge’s quiet laugh lingers as they leave the fortune stick booth, the festival lights dancing in his lavender eyes. They meander through the winding paths of the festival, stopping here and there to browse stalls and soak in the vibrant atmosphere. The hum of laughter and the scent of roasted snacks surround them, but it feels distant, like the world has narrowed to just the two of them.

At one game stall, Yuuta insists on trying the ring toss. Toge watches, amused, as Yuuta focuses hard, his brow furrowing with concentration. His first few tosses are close, but then, with a triumphant grin, Yuuta lands a ring on the hardest target.

The attendant hands Yuuta a fluffy fox plush with oversized ears and a red ribbon tied around its neck. Yuuta immediately turns and holds it out to Toge.

“Here,” he says, his grin softening into something warmer. “You should keep it. It’s cute—like you.”

Toge flushes, clutching the plush tightly to his chest to hide his face. He glares at Yuuta playfully, but the corners of his lips curl into a smile he can’t quite suppress. He shakes his head in mock exasperation but doesn’t let go of the plush.

They wander for a while longer, playing a few more games and sharing small snacks, but as the evening deepens, the crowd begins to shift toward the main festivities. Yuuta tugs on Toge’s hand, their fingers laced together, and starts leading him away from the bustling pathways.

“Come on,” Yuuta says, his voice quiet but brimming with excitement. He navigates through the edges of the festival, toward a quiet corner where a hole in the fence is partially hidden by a tangle of bushes. Yuuta crouches and slips through first, then turns back, his hand rising to cover Toge’s head as he follows.

“Careful,” Yuuta murmurs, his palm brushing lightly over Toge’s hair. The small, thoughtful gesture sends a flutter through Toge’s chest, and he tightens his hold on the fox plush, using it to shield his growing blush.

Once through the fence, the path dips sharply into a steep slope that leads down a few feet toward the riverbank. Yuuta descends first, his movements steady as he navigates the loose earth and uneven ground. When he reaches the bottom, he straightens and looks up at Toge, holding out his hand.

“Here,” he says, his voice steady but kind. “I’ve got you.”

Toge hesitates, clutching the fox plush tighter against his chest, his eyes flicking to Yuuta’s outstretched hand. There’s nothing unusual about the gesture; Yuuta’s always like this—thoughtful, protective, dependable. But tonight, the words seem to echo louder than they should.

I’ve got you.

Toge’s heart skips, a dull throb pulsing in his chest, warm and insistent. His cheeks heat as he takes the offered hand, slipping his smaller fingers into Yuuta’s larger, steadier grasp. The warmth of Yuuta’s palm sends a quiet shiver through him, and for a split second, his mind betrays him with the thought: In a romance novel, this is where I’d say, “You always have me, alpha,” fall into your arms, and—

Toge’s cheeks burn hotter, and he quickly shuts the thought down, focusing instead on navigating the slope. But it doesn’t stop the quiet yearning in his chest or the way his hand tightens just slightly around Yuuta’s.

Yuuta’s grip is firm, his thumb brushing over the back of Toge’s hand as he steadies him. When Toge finally reaches the bottom, Yuuta grins, his smile bright even in the low light. “See?” he says, his tone light but with a hint of pride. “Easy.”

Now they sit, their legs stretched toward the water, the world opening into stillness as the festival feels miles away. The first lanterns come into view, one by one, drifting downstream. Their warm, flickering light reflects softly on the rippling water, casting gentle glows on Toge’s and Yuuta’s faces. Each lantern carries a small candle nestled within, its flame steady despite the gentle current.

“Beautiful,” Yuuta murmurs, his voice hushed as though speaking too loudly might shatter the magic of the moment.

If Toge had looked, though—just for a second—he would’ve seen Yuuta watching him instead of the lanterns. Yuuta’s gaze is steady, his expression undeniably fond. The light from the lanterns dances across Toge’s face, illuminating the faint pink in his cheeks and the soft curve of his lips.

Yuuta leans forward slightly, recognizing the lanterns they had prepared earlier in the evening. The two lanterns glide side by side down the river, their flickering flames steady, as if they belonged together.

He watches the two lanterns for a moment longer, then shifts his attention back to Toge.

Without hesitation, Yuuta wraps an arm around Toge’s waist, his touch firm but gentle as he tugs him closer. Toge stiffens for a brief second, his heart skipping at the sudden intimacy, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he lets himself lean into Yuuta’s warmth.

Yuuta’s breath brushes against Toge’s ear, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Make a wish, Toge.”

The words send a shiver down Toge’s spine, not from the cool night air but from the closeness of Yuuta’s voice and the way it wraps around him like a secret. Toge glances at the lanterns again, their steady glow mirroring the quiet ache blooming in his chest. His wish had already been written, sent floating down the river, but now, sitting here beside Yuuta, he closes his eyes and makes another.

Yuuta watches him, his arm still firm around Toge’s waist, his heart thudding in a steady rhythm. The faint glow from the lanterns lights up Toge’s face, and Yuuta finds himself unable to look away. There’s something so perfect about the moment—so still and warm—that he almost forgets to breathe.

Toge opens his eyes again, his lavender gaze soft as he turns his head slightly toward Yuuta. For a fleeting second, their faces are closer than expected, their breaths mingling in the cool air. Toge doesn’t pull back, his cheeks glowing faintly in the lantern light, and Yuuta feels his heart stutter.

“Did you wish for something good?” Yuuta asks, his voice quieter now, almost as if he’s afraid of the answer.

Toge nods, his lips curling into a small, shy smile. “Yes,” he whispers, the single word carrying more weight than either of them expect.

Yuuta grins, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “Good,” he says softly, tightening his arm around Toge just a little more. They sit there, pressed together, watching their lanterns drift farther downstream, their light blending with the rest.

The world feels impossibly big and small all at once, but in this moment, by the river, Toge feels like everything he needs is right here. And as Yuuta’s hand lingers firmly at his side, he wonders if maybe Yuuta’s wish had something to do with him, too.

The Gojo clan's estate is transformed into a winter wonderland, a scene straight out of a holiday postcard. The grand hall, already breathtaking in its size and elegance, now glows with the warm, golden light of countless string lights draped across the high vaulted ceilings. Crystal chandeliers refract the light, casting a sparkling brilliance over the entire room.

Garlands of evergreen and holly wrap around the sweeping banisters of the grand staircase, their lush greenery dotted with crimson berries and gold ribbon. Poinsettias in shimmering pots are artfully arranged on every table, their vibrant red petals adding splashes of festive color against the elegant cream and gold décor.

In the center of the room stands a towering Christmas tree, its branches laden with delicate ornaments of glass, silver, and gold. Each bauble reflects the glow of the tiny twinkling lights woven through the tree, creating a dazzling display. At the very top, a magnificent star radiates a soft, ethereal glow, as if guiding the partygoers beneath it.

The scent of pine and spiced cider fills the air, mingling with the soft strains of a string quartet playing Christmas carols near the far end of the room. A long table near the back is laden with a feast: roasted meats, seasonal vegetables, and an array of desserts that look almost too perfect to eat. A chocolate fountain stands as the centerpiece, surrounded by fruits, marshmallows, and cookies for dipping.

Guests, dressed in their holiday finest, move through the room in a cheerful hum of chatter and laughter. Children dart through the crowd, their excited giggles blending with the soft jingling of bells hung along the doorways. Snowflake-shaped confetti occasionally falls from above, a touch of Gojo flair to remind everyone of the family’s grandiosity.

Toge steps into the room, taking it all in with a quiet awe. He adjusts the collar of his crisp black suit, feeling both excited and a little out of place amid the opulence. But as he spots familiar faces in the crowd—Yuuta, Maki, and others—his tension eases, replaced by the warmth of belonging.

The atmosphere is festive and lively, but despite the grandeur, it feels welcoming, a place where memories are meant to be made. Toge’s gaze lingers on the Christmas tree for a moment longer, the soft glow of the lights reflected in his lavender eyes, before he steps further into the crowd, ready to join the celebration.

“Toge!” Yuuta’s voice cuts through the crowd, clear and warm.

Toge’s gaze immediately finds him, and for a moment, the bustling party fades into the background. Yuuta stands a few feet away, weaving through the guests with a bright smile, his hand lifting in a casual wave. But it’s not just Yuuta’s presence that catches Toge’s attention—it’s the way he looks.

Yuuta’s outfit is simple yet so perfectly suited to him. He’s wearing a classic navy-blue suit with a soft sheen that catches the light just right, paired with a pale gray shirt and a silver tie. The colors are modest but elegant, making him stand out without trying. His shoes are polished to a mirror shine, but they don’t look overly formal—just enough to suit him.

Toge notices the small details too, things that seem so quintessentially Yuuta. His hair is slightly tousled, as if he’d tried to tame it but gave up halfway through, and somehow, it works perfectly. There’s a simple watch on his wrist, understated yet classy, and tucked into his pocket square is a small sprig of holly, a nice festive touch.

Before Toge can say anything, Yuuta pulls him into a quick but tight hug. The embrace catches Toge off guard, but he leans into it for the brief second it lasts. When Yuuta pulls back, his cheeks are dusted pink, and he avoids Toge’s gaze for a moment before clearing his throat.

“I’m glad you made it,” Yuuta says, his smile a little shy but genuine. Beside him stands a girl with dark hair and sharp eyes, her posture poised and confident. “Oh, Toge, you remember Rika?”

“Of course I remember Rika, she's your neighbor!” he says cheerfully, his tone warm as he offers her a friendly nod. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Rika smiles in return, but there’s something about it that feels off—too tight, too polished. “Is it?” she says, her voice laced with an edge of false politeness. “Well, that makes one of us.”

Toge tilts his head slightly, catching the subtle undertone, but before he can respond, Yuuta looks between them, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. His mouth opens, as if he’s about to say something, but a voice from across the room cuts him off.

“Yuuta!” The unmistakable call of Gojo, the ever-energetic owner of the estate, rings out. He’s waving from the far end of the hall, gesturing for Yuuta to come over.

Yuuta sighs, looking apologetically at Toge. “Sorry, guys,” he says quickly. “I’ll be right back, I promise!”

With that, Yuuta hurries off, leaving Toge alone with Rika. As soon as Yuuta disappears into the crowd, Rika’s smile drops. The warmth in her expression vanishes, leaving her features flat and unreadable. Without a word, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving Toge standing by himself.

Toge raises an eyebrow, watching her retreat. “Oh,” he murmurs under his breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s going to be like that, is it?”

He shakes his head lightly as he moves further into the party.

•~•~•

Yuuta, ever kind and attentive, makes a genuine effort to ensure everyone feels included, flitting from group to group with his warm smile and easy presence. Toge admires how Yuuta can make anyone feel welcome, but there’s a pattern he can’t ignore. Every time Yuuta tries to spend time with him, it’s as if Rika has a sixth sense for it. Without fail, she appears, needing Yuuta’s attention for something just as the two of them find a quiet moment.

“Toge,” Yuuta says warmly, handing him a cup of hot cocoa. They settle near the window, the frosty night outside sparkling under the glow of the estate’s lights. 

His expression softens when he looks at Toge, a genuine warmth lighting up his face.

“Toge,” Yuuta says, his voice gentle yet sure, “you look really nice tonight.” He pauses, his gaze lingering just a moment longer. “I’m so happy you came.”

Toge’s cheeks warm slightly, but he grins brightly, his lavender eyes sparkling. “Of course I came,” he says, his tone light and playful. “It’s the biggest event of the year.”

Yuuta chuckles, a soft, anxious laugh as his hand rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, of course,” he agrees. Then, his tone shifts, becoming quieter, more serious. “But really, I’ve been thinking a lot lately, Toge. Thinking about things... about you.” He hesitates, his eyes searching Toge’s face. “And there’s something I wanted to ask—”

“Yuuta!” Rika’s voice cuts through the air like a bell, bright and insistent. She approaches quickly, her gaze flicking to Toge before landing squarely on Yuuta. “Can you help me? I can’t figure out how to work the photo booth.”

Yuuta stiffens, his shoulders tensing. For the first time that night, he hesitates, glancing between Toge and Rika. “I’m kind of in the middle of—”

“Please,” Rika interrupts, her tone sweet but firm, her hand lightly brushing Yuuta’s arm. “It’ll only take a minute.”

Yuuta looks at Toge apologetically, his internal struggle clear in the flicker of emotions crossing his face. Toge watches silently, his bright smile dimming but his expression staying neutral.

Finally, Yuuta sighs softly, his ever-kind nature winning out. “I’ll be right back,” he promises, his voice regretful as he turns to follow Rika.

Toge nods, hiding his frustration behind a neutral expression, but the disappointment curls in his chest. He watches as Yuuta follows Rika, her hand brushing his arm as she guides him away.

The interruptions continue throughout the evening. Whether it’s asking Yuuta to help her find something, calling him to meet someone she insists he must talk to, or simply inserting herself into conversations, Rika seems to find a reason to draw Yuuta away whenever he’s with Toge. At first, Toge tells himself it’s coincidence, but by the third or fourth time, the pattern becomes undeniable.

Finally, after one such interruption, Toge huffs quietly to himself and walks away. He doesn’t wait for Yuuta to return this time, his footsteps brisk as he weaves through the crowd toward the refreshment table. Yuuta watches him leave, confusion and a flicker of sadness crossing his face as Toge disappears into the crowd.

At the refreshment table, Toge picks idly at a tray of holiday cookies, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. He’s still sorting through his thoughts when Maki walks up, her confident stride cutting through the festive chaos in his mind.

Maki and her cousin, Megumi, were both familiar faces from clan gatherings stretching back to their childhoods. They’d grown up weaving in and out of the same events, and Maki’s blunt personality had always made her stand out among the crowd of wealthy sheeple.

This year, though, Megumi had a plus one: Yuuji Itadori, a bubbly ray of sunshine who seemed to bring out something lighter in Megumi. Toge had been surprised to see them together—Megumi was known for his quiet, stoic nature, a stark contrast to Yuuji’s boundless energy. But after watching them interact throughout the evening, Toge thought they made a good match, romantically or not. Yuuji’s warmth seemed to balance Megumi’s reserved demeanor, drawing out small smiles and easy laughter that Toge hadn’t seen before.

Maki reaches the refreshment table, grabbing a drink and leaning casually against it beside Toge. Her outfit is striking—a tailored deep emerald-green velvet suit that gleams softly under the warm lights. The slim-cut trousers and sharply tailored blazer emphasize her athletic figure, and beneath it, she wears a sleek black satin blouse with a high neckline. She skips jewelry, letting the clean lines of her outfit and her sharp, defined alpha features speak for themselves. Her dark hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, highlighting her strong jawline and piercing gaze.

Her sharp eyes scan the room, briefly landing on Rika and Yuuta before turning back to Toge.

“I don’t like her,” Maki says bluntly, her voice low and decisive.

Toge startles slightly, glancing at her with wide lavender eyes. Maki doesn’t elaborate immediately, taking a sip of her drink before giving him a pointed look.

“She’s possessive,” Maki continues, her tone even but firm. “It’s like she can’t stand Yuuta spending time with anyone else, especially you.”

Toge blinks, caught off guard by how directly she’s voiced what he’s been feeling. He glances down at his hands, fiddling with his sleeve. “You noticed too,” he says quietly, his voice just above a whisper.

Maki raised an eyebrow. “Of course I noticed. I’ve known them both for years, even before kendo. Rika’s always been... intense about him. She acts like he’s hers or something.”

Toge sighs, leaning against the table as some of the tension in his chest begins to ease. Maki’s bluntness feels grounding, a relief from the swirl of frustration that’s been building all night.

“You should talk to him,” Maki says after a moment, her tone firm but not unkind. “Yuuta’s not the type to catch onto subtle hints. He’s probably over there wondering why you walked off.”

Toge glances back toward where Yuuta stands with Rika. Even from across the room, he can see the way Yuuta’s polite smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, his gaze flicking toward the crowd as if searching for something—or someone.

Maki nudges Toge’s arm lightly. “Go,” she says simply. “Fix it before he gets even sadder.”

Toge hesitates for a beat, then nods. Straightening, he takes a steadying breath and turns back toward Yuuta. As he walks away, Maki smirks to herself, muttering under her breath, “Finally. Someone’s gotta deal with this mess.”

Toge weaves through the crowd, his lavender eyes locked on Yuuta, who still stands with Rika. As he approaches, he notices Rika leaning in, her voice low and urgent. Yuuta looks slightly uncomfortable, his brows furrowed, but before Toge can step in, Rika glances up and spots him. Her expression shifts in an instant, softening into an almost saccharine smile.

“Toge!” she calls, her tone overly sweet. “There you are. I was just telling Yuuta how nice it’s been to catch up.” She steps closer, her presence an unspoken barrier between the two boys. “He was saying how much he appreciates having someone like me to rely on. Isn’t that right, Yuuta?”

Yuuta blinks, clearly caught off guard by her words. “Uh, well—”

Before he can clarify, another guest—someone Toge vaguely recognizes from a past clan gathering—interrupts, grabbing Yuuta’s arm to pull him into another conversation. “Yuuta, there you are! I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Yuuta glances back at Toge with an apologetic look, mouthing, I’ll be right back. Toge nods stiffly, watching him disappear into the crowd, leaving him alone with Rika.

Rika’s smile sharpens the moment Yuuta is out of earshot. “You know,” she says lightly, her voice dropping just enough to lose its friendly edge, “it’s really sweet how much you try to spend time with Yuuta. But don’t you think it’s a little... much? He can’t be everywhere for everyone.”

Toge’s brows knit together, his lips pressing into a thin line. Before he can respond, someone else approaches—the bubbly Yuuji, grinning as usual. “Hey, Toge! We were just talking about you in the other room. Got a second?”

Grateful for the distraction, Toge nods and follows Yuuji, but not before catching the brief, satisfied smirk on Rika’s face.

•~•~•

After a few kendo stories from Yuuji about Yuuta’s effortless grace, balanced by Toge’s playful recounting of Yuuta’s less-than-graceful moments, the group of friends had shared plenty of laughs together. The group is lively and full of energy, their laughter echoing through the grand halls of the Gojo estate. Toge finds himself having a blast, surrounded by friends who know how to make even the quietest corners of the party feel alive.

Nobara twirls dramatically in place, a red ribbon tied loosely around her waist with a bow. “Because I’m a gift!” she declares, her voice full of theatrical flair.

“More like a hazard,” Maki deadpans, but the faint quirk of her lips betrays her amusement.

Megumi watches the scene unfold with a sigh, though his expression softens as Yuuji bounds into view, a partially deflated helium balloon in hand. Yuuji tosses it into the air and starts playing a chaotic game of keep it up , using his hands and occasionally his head to keep the balloon afloat.

“Think fast!” Yuuji calls, aiming the slowly drifting balloon toward Megumi, who bats it back with a half-hearted hand swipe.

Toge laughs, his shoulders shaking as he nudges the balloon away when it drifts toward him. The playful chaos is infectious, and even Megumi, with his usual stoicism, cracks a smile.

Then, cutting through the lighthearted atmosphere, Rika sidles up to the group. Her presence shifts the dynamic subtly, like a chill creeping into the room.

“Toge,” she says, her voice deliberately even, “can I have a minute of your time?”

The laughter dies down slightly as everyone pauses, their attention flicking to Rika and then to Toge. 

Toge cocks his head, his lavender eyes narrowing slightly as he waits for her to elaborate.

Rika hesitates, glancing briefly at the others before rolling her eyes back to Toge saying, “I want to apologize.”

A beat of silence follows, broken by an audible scoff from someone behind Toge. Before he can turn to see who it is, there’s a quiet “oof” as Yuuji is elbowed sharply.

Finally, he nods once, slipping his hands into his pockets as he steps away from the group.

Rika leads the way through the louder, larger ballrooms full of mingling people, all the way to the quieter parts of the estate, her steps quick and purposeful, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Toge trails behind, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression calm. He’s not entirely sure why he’s humoring her, but curiosity—and maybe politeness—keeps him moving.

The two of them reach tall glass doors leading to a balcony. Rika slows just slightly, glancing at the frost-edged panes before stopping in front of the door. Toge steps around her and reaches for the handle, pulling it open with a smooth motion. The cold, crisp air rushes in immediately, carrying with it the sharp scent of snow.

Rika strides through the doorway without hesitation, her arms crossing tightly over her chest to shield against the chill. “Thank you,” she says curtly, her tone clipped but polite enough.

Winter is in full swing, and the scene outside reflects it in all its harsh beauty. Snow blankets the ground and railings, glinting faintly under the soft glow of the estate’s outdoor lights. The wind whips around them, tugging at their clothes and hair with a force that bites at their exposed skin. The sound of the party fades to a dull hum behind the glass, leaving them in a quiet space filled only with the howl of the wind and the crunch of snow beneath their shoes.

Toge steps out after her, letting the door fall shut behind him with a soft thud. His lavender eyes scan the balcony, taking in the icy railings and the flakes of snow swirling in the air. His breath fogs in front of him as he shifts his gaze to Rika, who stands near the edge of the balcony, her face turned toward the snowy horizon.

For a moment, neither of them speaks. The cold seems to press down on them, heavy and unforgiving, as Rika finally turns to face him. Her expression is sharp, her eyes narrowing slightly as though weighing her next words carefully.

“Toge,” she begins, her voice steady despite the wind, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Yuuta.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, tilting his head slightly as he waits for her to continue. His body language remains relaxed, but there’s an edge of caution in his gaze.

Rika steps closer, her heels crunching softly against the snow. “I know you care about him,” she says, her tone deceptively calm. “But you have to understand, Yuuta and I... we’ve always been close. He’s been through a lot, and he relies on me.”

The words hang in the air, carried off by the wind before she continues. “I worry about how much time you’re taking up in his life. Yuuta doesn’t need distractions. He needs stability, someone who understands him in ways that... you might not.”

Toge’s lips press into a thin line, his lavender eyes narrowing slightly. He doesn’t interrupt her, but the tension in his posture sharpens, his fingers curling slightly in his pockets.

He doesn’t respond, letting the silence stretch between them.

“Yuuta is... generous,” she continues, taking a small step closer. “With his time. With his kindness. It’s easy to misinterpret.”

“I understand why you might feel... close to Yuuta,” she says, her words carefully measured. “He’s very kind, isn’t he? Always looking out for everyone. Always making time for people who need him.” She steps closer, her voice softening but losing none of its edge.

“But,” she continues, her gaze sharpening, “Yuuta has a tendency to let people misunderstand him. He doesn’t always know how to set boundaries.” Her meaning is clear, even though she doesn’t say it outright.

Toge’s jaw tightens, his grip on the railing firming.

“I just think it’s important to remember,” she presses on, her tone becoming more pointed, “that Yuuta and I have always been close. He knows he can rely on me. And, well...” She tilts her head slightly, her smile faint but cutting. “Some people need to realize their place in his life.”

As the cold wind whips through his hair, Toge’s thoughts drift, unbidden, to the years he’s spent with Yuuta. Their friendship had always been steady, a constant thread woven through every stage of their lives. He thinks of the countless sleepovers where they’d stayed up too late, their laughter echoing in the quiet hours of the night. Of moments when Yuuta had been his solace, his confidant, and of all the times Toge had been the same for him.

Endless nights of whispered secrets, of dreams shared in the safety of the dark. They’d weathered tears together, the kind that came with heartbreaks and frustrations, and they’d celebrated victories, big and small, like they were the most important things in the world. Yuuta wasn’t just a friend to Toge—he was someone who mattered in a way that few people ever could.

Sure, Toge had always known Yuuta had a neighbor named Rika. He’d heard her name in passing, the casual mention of someone Yuuta had grown up near. But she was never important enough to bring around. Never someone who had been a part of the moments that mattered most.

Realize his place in life, Rika had said, her words laced with arrogance and the sting of dismissal. Toge bites the inside of his cheek, his hands curling into fists in his pockets as the memory plays back in his mind.

Toge doesn’t need to be told his place in Yuuta’s life—he knows exactly where he stands. He’s been there through it all, through the highs and lows, through laughter and tears. Rika’s place in Yuuta’s life might have been born of proximity, of circumstance, but Toge’s place was carved from years of trust and understanding. It was real, solid, and unshakable.

He glances at Rika now, standing stiffly against the icy wind, her sharp words still echoing faintly in his ears. She thinks she knows Yuuta, thinks she understands him better than anyone. But Toge knows better.

Toge exhales slowly, his breath visible in the cold air. Finally, he pulls his hands from his pockets and steps forward, his gaze locking onto hers. “You think you know what’s best for him,” he says quietly, his tone even but pointed. “Maybe you should ask Yuuta how he feels before speaking for him.”

Rika’s eyes flare in anger, her previously composed expression shattering at Toge’s response. She takes a sharp step forward, her voice rising in frustration.

“Yuuta and I are going to be married!” she declares, her words cutting through the cold air like a knife.

Toge’s lavender eyes widen slightly, but only for a moment. A grin spreads across his face, sharp and unbothered. “Oh, congratulations!” he says lightly, his tone dripping with mock cheer. Then, his head tilts slightly, the grin sharpening. “Does Yuuta know that?”

Rika’s face flushes, not from the cold but from pure fury. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she takes another step toward him, her mouth opening to retort.

Before she can get a word out, the balcony door behind them slams open with such force that one of the glass panels cracks, the sharp sound echoing in the frosty night.

Both Toge and Rika turn in surprise as Naoya Zenin staggers out onto the balcony, his arrogance immediately filling the space. His unbuttoned shirt flaps in the wind, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck. The smell of alcohol clings to him like a second skin.

Naoya smirks, leaning heavily on the doorframe as his sharp eyes flick between Rika and Toge. His hair is tousled from his careless movements. “Well, isn’t this a cozy little meeting,” he slurs, his voice loud and mocking. “Didn’t know we were holding a lovers’ quarrel out here.”

Rika stiffens, her anger momentarily redirected as she glares at Naoya. “Go away, Naoya,” she snaps, her voice biting.

But Naoya isn’t deterred. He stumbles closer, his grin widening into something smug and predatory. “Oh, don’t mind me,” he says, his words slow and slurred. “I just couldn’t resist seeing what the fuss was about. Little beta sidekick Toge and Yuuta’s girl next door, all alone in the snow? Sounds scandalous.”

The tension on the balcony thickens as the winter wind howls around them, but Toge stays calm, he’s used to Maki’s cousin being a hindrance. He’ll bark a bit, and then get more and leave. 

“I said, get lost, Naoya,” Rika snaps, her voice sharp as ice.

But Naoya only smirks wider, the drunken flush on his face making his predatory expression even more unnerving. He steps closer, his movements slow but deliberate, like a cat cornering its prey.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he drawls, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. His hand reaches out, aiming for her arm, her waist, or anywhere he can grab. “I’m just trying to have a little fun.”

Rika jerks her arm away sharply, her lip curling in disgust. “Don’t touch me!” she snarls, her voice ringing with fury.

Toge’s lavender eyes narrow as he watches the scene unfold. He doesn’t like Rika—especially not after everything she’s said tonight—but nobody deserves to be accosted like this, especially by someone like Naoya. Without hesitation, he steps forward, closing the distance between them.

Toge grabs Naoya’s arm, yanking him back forcefully and putting himself between Naoya and Rika. “That’s enough,” Toge says firmly, his voice calm but edged with quiet fury.

Naoya stumbles slightly, caught off guard by the sudden intervention. He whirls around to face Toge, his expression twisting into one of drunken indignation. “What the hell are you doing, brat?” he snarls, his words slurring together.

Toge doesn’t flinch, his grip steady and his gaze locked on Naoya. “Leave her alone,” he says simply, his tone low but unyielding.

For a moment, Naoya blinks, as if the words don’t register. Then, his sneer returns, twisting his face into something uglier. He yanks his arm free with a violent jerk, stumbling a step back before squaring up.

“Oh, look at you, playing bigshot alpha,” he spits, his tone mocking and venomous. “What’s the matter, Inumaki? You think you’re some kind of hero? Or are you just hoping to impress Yuuta’s little pet here?”

Toge squares off against Naoya, the tension thick in the cold night air. He keeps his expression calm, his lavender eyes steady, but he can’t lie to himself—he’s a little nervous. Naoya is taller, broader, and clearly less restrained, his drunken state making his movements unpredictable.

Yuuta had shown Toge some good kendo moves a few times, guiding him through the proper stances and techniques with the same patient smile Yuuta always had. But this wasn’t kendo. There were no shinai here, no measured sparring or practice mats. Naoya’s wild smirk and aggressive stance made it clear this wouldn’t be anything close to controlled.

Toge shifts his weight, grounding himself as best he can on the icy stone beneath his feet. His mind races, calculating his options. Naoya might have the advantage in size and reach, but he’s also clumsy, his steps heavy and unbalanced from the alcohol. If Toge could just move quickly enough, maybe he could land a solid hit.

His eyes flick briefly to Naoya’s legs. If he kicked him real good in the shins, it would likely take him down a peg—literally and figuratively.

Naoya’s grin sharpens, his movements clumsy but charged with drunken aggression as he steps closer. “You think you can tell me what to do?” he growls, shoving Toge hard.

Toge stumbles back, his feet sliding on the icy stone. He catches himself quickly, regaining his balance and stepping forward again, his lavender eyes blazing.

“Don't ruin the party by being a dick, Naoya,” Toge says, his voice low and steady, cutting through the cold air.

Naoya’s laughter is loud and grating, his belligerence spilling over as he shoves Toge again, harder this time. “Go ahead, tough guy. Show me what you’ve got!”

Toge’s heels slide on the frosty ground, the slick surface betraying him as he tries to steady himself. His back hits the railing hard, and his balance shifts precariously. The world tilts sharply as the cold wind rushes past him, and for a split second, his gaze catches Rika’s wide, horrified eyes.

“Stop it, Naoya!” she shouts, her voice sharp and panicked, but Naoya doesn’t even glance her way as he takes another step closer, his drunken swagger unsteady but still threatening. His smirk sharpens as he raises a hand, gesturing lazily toward Toge.

“Come on, Inumaki. Show me what you’ve got,” Naoya slurs, his voice low and taunting. “Or are you just going to stand there, hoping Yuuta comes to save you?”

Toge’s jaw tightens, the barb hitting home even as he steadies himself. His lavender eyes dart to Naoya’s feet, his mind racing. Naoya’s stance is loose, his knees slightly bent but not braced for impact. If Toge could get low enough—fast enough—he might be able to throw him off balance.

The wind whips around them as Toge shifts his weight, planting his back foot firmly on the icy stone. Without warning, he lunges forward, aiming a sharp kick at Naoya’s shin.

The impact is solid, a satisfying thud reverberating up Toge’s leg. Naoya lets out a startled grunt of pain, stumbling back a step as he instinctively grabs at his leg.

“You little—” Naoya growls, his voice cutting off as he sways, his balance faltering.

Toge doesn’t hesitate, following up with a quick shove to Naoya’s chest. The motion is sharp and deliberate, designed to put even more distance between them.

Naoya staggers back further, his hand shooting out to grab the railing for support. His smirk twists into something darker, his eyes narrowing with drunken fury. “You think that’s enough to stop me?” he spits, his voice venomous.

Toge braces himself, his breath visible in the cold air as Naoya lunges forward. This time, Naoya’s movements are clumsier, his drunken state making him slower. Toge sidesteps, narrowly avoiding a grab at his shoulder, and ducks under Naoya’s arm. He grabs at Rika’s arm and shoves her towards the door, “Get out of here!”

Naoya spins, his face flushed with anger. “You little pest,” he snarls, swiping again.

Toge steps back, his heart pounding in his chest. He can’t let Naoya get too close.

But as Naoya lunges once more, his foot slips on the frost-covered stone. He stumbles wildly, his arms flailing for balance, and his hand catches Toge’s jacket in a desperate grab.

Toge’s footing gives way as Naoya’s weight pushes him off balance. The ground is too icy to offer any resistance and soon all of his weight is on his lower back as he flips over the railing.

For a split second, everything seems to freeze. Toge’s eyes widen as the ground disappears, the cold wind rushing past his face. His hand flails out, grasping for anything, but it’s too late.

Naoya, still unsteady, watches him fall with a sneer, his breath visible in the night air. “Serves you right,” he mutters under his breath.

The last thing Toge sees is the blurred outline of the balcony railing and Rika’s horrified face as she rushes forward, her scream piercing through the howling wind.

Then, everything goes black.