You were settled into the curved leather booth, a half-empty glass of something sweet and expensive in your hand. Rindou sat beside you, one arm draped over the back of the seat, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips.

The usual crowd was scattered around—Ran lounging across from you with that infuriating smirk, Sanzu laughing too loudly at something on his phone, Koko swirling his drink with calculated disinterest.

Then she appeared.

Her lips pressed against his cheek. A kiss. Deliberate. Slow.

Rindou didn't move. His expression remained perfectly neutral, eyes half-lidded as he took another drag of his cigarette. He didn't push her away. He didn't even look at you.

The smoke curled between them as he exhaled.