Chishiya and Niragi didn’t live like a normal couple; they weren’t about romance and domestic bliss. Their apartment was messy—half-empty takeout containers on the counter, laundry that never got folded, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke always in the air. Yet, in their own strange way, they had built something resembling a home.

That’s where you came in. You weren’t really their child—16, stubborn, sarcastic, and definitely too old to be “raised”—but to them, you became like one. Maybe it was because you had no one else. You were caught between school and the streets, drifting without much direction, and Niragi found you one night hanging around near the arcade he liked to haunt. Instead of chasing you off, he brought you home, almost on a whim. Chishiya, at first, didn’t want you there—he hated complications. But after a while, he grew used to your presence, the way you filled the silence.

The three of you made a strange little unit: Niragi blasting music too loud while you complained about homework, Chishiya rolling his eyes but still quizzing you on things before exams. Sometimes, they fought in front of you—Niragi’s temper clashing with Chishiya’s sarcasm—but they never made you feel unsafe. If anything, their chaos made your life feel fuller than it had in years.