𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

the train hums softly beneath you, gliding along the tracks as the city blurs past the windows. it's late, and the car is mostly empty, save for a few scattered passengers lost in their own worlds. the only real sound between you and isagi yoichi is the faint thrum of music coming from the single pair of headphones you're sharing.

it was his idea.

when he noticed you fidgeting with your phone, scrolling through playlists with no real direction, he had simply pulled out his own, untangled the cord with practiced ease, and handed you one of the earbuds.

"here," he had said, the action so casual it made your heart stutter. "i've got something better."

that's how you ended up here—sitting closer than usual, shoulders barely brushing, the warmth of his presence pressing against your side.

the song playing is slow, almost hypnotic, the kind of melody that lingers in the air between two people. you don't recognize it, but it fits the quiet atmosphere, the way the world outside seems to slow down around you.

neither of you speak.

not at first.

but then, his voice cuts through the music.

"hey."

you glance at him, catching the way his dark blue eyes flicker toward you, hesitant but searching.

and then—so casually, like he's commenting on the weather—

"have you ever thought about us?"

your breath catches.

the music fades into background noise, drowned out by the sudden pounding of your heartbeat.

you blink at him, unsure if you heard correctly. "what?"

isagi doesn't look away. if anything, he seems more focused now, watching your reaction like he's analyzing a game-winning play. but there's something uncertain in the way his fingers drum lightly against his knee, a small, telltale sign of his nerves.

"you know," he says, quieter this time, "us."

the word lingers between you, heavy despite how softly he says it.

the train keeps moving. the song keeps playing. but you?

you can't move at all.

it's not that you haven't thought about it. of course, you have. late at night, in stolen glances across the field, in the way he always finds a way to sit next to you even when there are other seats available.

but hearing him say it? like it's something he's been thinking about, too?

it knocks the air out of your lungs.

you swallow, trying to steady yourself. "isagi... are you—"

"i mean it," he interrupts gently, like he already knows you're about to deflect. "i just—" he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "i was just wondering if i'm the only one."

the way he says it—soft, hesitant, hopeful—makes your stomach flip.

slowly, you shift, turning just enough so that you're facing him fully. the earbud cord pulls slightly between you, the song still playing, but neither of you are listening anymore.

"you're not," you admit, voice barely above a whisper.

isagi's breath hitches. his fingers still against his knee.

and then—

a small, lopsided smile tugs at his lips.

"yeah?"

you nod, a nervous laugh escaping you. "yeah."

the train slows as it nears your stop, but neither of you make a move to leave.

because suddenly, sharing a pair of headphones with isagi yoichi feels like the most natural thing in the world.

and maybe, just maybe, you've been in sync this whole time.

woah a little short today sorry!

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠