Senju Akashi_

Walking alongside Senju Kawaragi was like following a hurricane. Brilliant and magnetic, she was the leader of Brahman to the world, but to you, the love of your life. However, Wakasa Imaushi was always in the way with his exasperating manner.
That afternoon in Shinjuku, while you were sharing an ice cream with Senju, he appeared. With his usual nonchalance, Wakasa rested his chin on her head.
"You make a lot of noise, Senju," he murmured.
You squeezed the ice cream when you saw her smile with a confidence she rarely showed you.
"Waka! You arrived early," she exclaimed, forgetting you.
"I was bored," he replied, ruffling his hair with a familiarity that burned you.
They were family, you knew that, but watching him adjust her uniform hurt.
"Are you okay?" Senju asked, noticing you were quiet.
—Yes, I was thinking about homework, you lied.
Wakasa glanced at you sideways, as if she could sense your envy. She sat down next to you, putting an arm around you to show you something on her phone. Their shoulders pressed together, leaving you on the periphery. Those few centimeters were an insurmountable chasm.
"Hey," Senju said suddenly, still leaning on Wakasa's arm. "We're going to the arcades tomorrow, are you coming with us?"