The first time that Komori met their eyes, he was immediately captivated by their beauty. He was 10 years old when he first met the eye of Miya Osamu, who was fighting with his twin while they were waiting for their names to be called in the great hall. They were apparently arguing about who ate who’s chocolate, which was stupid because almost everyone was looking at them. He caught the eye of Osamu, who immediately stopped shouting when he noticed that they were the center of attention. Their eyes suddenly met and it felt like the world stopped for Komori.
For a brief moment, everything around him faded away—the chatter, the clinking of cutlery, the soft murmurs of the students. It was just Komori and Osamu, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that felt both like a punch to the gut and a warm embrace. Osamu’s eyes, sharp and a little mischievous. There was a fire behind them, something wild and untamed, yet there was a softness there too, hidden beneath the surface.
Komori felt his heart race in a way he had never experienced before. His breath caught in his throat, and he had to force himself to look away, feeling an inexplicable rush of heat flood his cheeks. He didn’t know what it was, but something about Osamu’s gaze stirred something inside him—something new, something he couldn’t quite understand at that moment.
Osamu, on the other hand, seemed momentarily stunned. He blinked, as if coming out of a trance, before breaking eye contact and quickly turning back to his brother. But Komori could see it—just for a split second, there was a softness in Osamu’s expression, almost as if he, too, had been affected by their shared moment.
"Oi, samu, focus! You're embarrassing me!" came the voice of Osamu's twin, who was still arguing with him about the chocolate.
Osamu, clearly regaining his composure, shot a half-smile in Komori’s direction, a silent acknowledgment before he turned back to his brother, continuing the fight as though nothing had happened. But for Komori, it was as if the entire Great Hall had disappeared and only Osamu remained.
He later learns that the guy was called “Miya Osamu” and he and his twin were placed in Slytherin while Motoya was placed in Hufflepuff. Later that day, as he reflected on the encounter, Komori realized something strange: he hadn’t felt nervous or shy in the way he usually did around people. Instead, there was a curiosity—a pull toward Osamu that he couldn’t explain. He thought about how, in that fleeting moment, he had felt connected to someone without even speaking. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Osamu’s eyes had locked with his, how it felt like a silent promise or a challenge. It left Komori with a strange sense of longing, something that had never stirred in him before.
As the days went on, Komori found himself searching for Osamu, not because he wanted to stare or obsess, but because he was drawn to the energy around the older boy. Osamu’s presence seemed to crackle with an intensity that both frightened and fascinated him. Komori never had the courage to approach Osamu or his twin directly, but he would often find himself watching from a distance, noticing how Osamu carried himself with confidence, how he had this ability to command attention without even trying. It was something Komori had never encountered before, and it made him even more captivated by Osamu.
But it was more than just admiration—it was a feeling that gnawed at him, a desire to understand Osamu beyond the image of the boy who fought with his twin over chocolate. There was a depth to him, a layer beneath the playful exterior that Komori was certain no one else saw. He wanted to be the one to uncover it.
—
A few weeks later, during a rainy afternoon, Komori found himself wandering the hallways, lost in thought, when he turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone.
“Oi, watch where you're going,” came a familiar voice.
Komori looked up, startled, and there stood Osamu, his hair slightly damp from the rain. Osamu’s usual smirk was replaced with a more neutral expression, but there was still a glint in his eyes—a mischievous spark that made Komori’s heart flutter unexpectedly.
"Sorry," Komori muttered, stepping back.
Osamu raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over Komori’s face as if assessing him. “You’re that Hufflepuff kid, right? The one who’s good at quidditch?” Osamu’s tone wasn’t unkind, but there was something teasing in it, as though he was toying with the idea of how to approach him.
Komori nodded, a bit sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s me.”
There was a brief silence before Osamu shrugged, looking like he was about to walk away. But then, his gaze softened, just a little, and he said something that made Komori’s heart skip a beat.
“You know,” Osamu began, “If you ever want to play quidditch with someone, don’t hesitate to go to me”
Komori blinked, unsure whether he had heard correctly. Did Osamu just invite him to... play? It was such a small gesture, but it meant everything to Komori.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Komori replied, trying to sound more composed than he felt.
Osamu gave him one last look, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary, before he turned and walked off, leaving Komori standing there with a racing heart and a smile tugging at his lips. In that brief exchange, Komori realized that something had shifted. The boy he had admired from afar was no longer just someone he watched from a distance. Osamu had acknowledged him, seen him, and it was only a matter of time before Komori figured out exactly what that meant for both of them.
2.
It was when they were second years that Motoya met Suna Rintarou, the one who’s always with Miya Osamu and Miya Atsumu. The scary looking one.
Motoya had heard about Suna long before he actually met him. Everyone talked about him—some said he was the brains of the trio, others whispered that he was the coldest, most intimidating of them all. Suna's reputation had preceded him, and it didn’t help that he often had a sharp, almost bored expression, with his intense, foxy eyes that seemed to be constantly observing everything. The Miya twins were known for their chaotic energy, but Suna? He was the calm, silent force that kept them in check. But despite all the rumors, Motoya was intrigued. There was something about Suna that piqued his curiosity.
It was the start of the school year, and Motoya had just returned from summer break. He was getting used to the routine again, bothering his cousin, Kiyoomi when he spotted the trio across the hall during lunch. The Miya twins were causing a scene, as usual—loudly bickering over something ridiculous, probably related to food, but it was Suna who caught Motoya’s eye.
The second their gazes met, Motoya felt the distinct feeling of being sized up. Suna’s expression didn’t change, but those piercing eyes narrowed just slightly, and Motoya could tell he had already analyzed him, mentally cataloging him as either a threat or an ally. Suna wasn’t the type to waste time on pointless interactions, which made Motoya a little more curious about him.
When the Miya twins finally noticed Motoya standing there, Atsumu shouted a greeting in his usual boisterous manner, waving their arms wildly. They’re now easier to tell apart since Atsumu dyed his hair yellow while Osamu has gray. Atsumu was gesturing at Motoya, but Suna didn’t seem to be paying attention to his twin’s antics. It was clear that Atsumu wasn’t the one who had caught Motoya’s attention.
“Oi, Motoya!” Atsumu called, waving his arms dramatically as he approached. “You’ve been staring at Suna, huh? What’s up with that?” Atsumu grinned mischievously, his tone light, but it was clear he had noticed Motoya’s interest.
Motoya froze for a moment, caught off guard. “I—I wasn’t staring,” he stammered, feeling his face flush. “I was just... looking, I guess?”
Atsumu chuckled, clearly amused by Motoya’s flustered response. “Sure, sure. You’ve got that look in your eyes, like you’re trying to figure him out.”
Suna, who had been calmly observing from the side, glanced over at Motoya with a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his expression. It was like he was silently sizing Motoya up, too, and his eyes briefly lingered on him before he spoke in his usual low, smooth voice.
“You don’t have to look so hard,” Suna said with an almost bored tone, his eyes still fixed on Motoya. “I’m not that complicated.”
Motoya blinked, taken aback by the directness in Suna’s words. It was unlike anything he expected from the boy whose reputation was all about being the quiet, calculating one. But there it was, a raw honesty that sent a small shiver down his spine.
“No, it’s not that,” Motoya said, trying to recover from the unexpected interaction. “I just didn’t realize you were... well, so direct.”
Suna’s lips quivered into the faintest of smiles, but it was brief, disappearing as quickly as it appeared. “I don’t waste time on games. If you’ve got questions, just ask.”
Motoya felt his curiosity growing, but before he could respond, Atsumu, never one to stay out of the spotlight for too long, chimed in again.
“I told ya, Toya he’s all bark and no bite,” Atsumu said with a wink, clapping a hand on Suna’s shoulder like they were old friends. “Suna’s the one who actually keeps us in check when we get too out of hand.” to which Osamu disagrees, “What do you mean us? You mean only you”.
Suna rolled his eyes at the twins’ comment, clearly not impressed, but didn’t push him away. Instead, he turned back to Motoya, his expression now neutral again, though there was a flicker of something—amusement, maybe?—in his eyes.
“Don't mind Atsumu,” Suna said, sounding almost like he was speaking to Motoya alone now. “He's just as loud as he looks.”
Motoya couldn’t help but smile a little, feeling a sudden, strange sense of relief. Suna wasn’t as intimidating as he first appeared—there was something more to him, something unexpected.
“Right,” Motoya said, a bit more relaxed now. “I didn’t mean to stare. But... I’m still curious about you, Suna.”
For a moment, Suna’s gaze softened, just slightly, and the faintest of smiles tugged at his lips again. “Curiosity’s a dangerous thing,” he murmured, the amusement in his tone returning. “But if you really want to know more, you can stick around. Just... don’t expect it to be easy.”
As the lunch period started to wind down, Suna stood up, ready to leave, but before he did, he gave Motoya one last look.
“Stick close to the Miya twins,” he said, his voice quieter now, as if sharing a secret. “They can be a pain, but they’re good company once you get past all the noise.”
Motoya nodded, now even more intrigued by the enigmatic boy who had both intimidated and captivated him in equal measure. There was more to Suna than just his reputation, and Motoya was determined to find out what lay beneath the surface.
Suna gave a small nod, turning to follow Osamu and Atsumu, who were already halfway across the hall, still bickering. Motoya watched them go, feeling a strange mix of excitement and curiosity building in his chest.
As the trio disappeared into the crowd, Motoya couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of world he had stepped into. And more importantly, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his path—his connection with Suna—had only just begun.
–
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with the usual chatter as the second-year students filed in. Motoya made his way to his desk, scanning the room for familiar faces. His eyes caught sight of Osamu and Atsumu, who were seated at the front of the class—true to form, they were already making noise, arguing over something trivial. He glanced over at the rest of the class and found Suna, leaning against the wall with a detached air, as usual.
Today, the classroom was especially tense, as Motoya was well aware of the house rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Though he doesn’t really care about gossip, there were always whispers and side glances. Osamu and Atsumu, as expected from their house, were front and center in the chaos, while Suna kept to himself.
Professor Merrick, looking as disheveled and unbothered as ever, stood at the front and motioned for silence. "Alright, second years, today we’ll be working on a freezing Charm called Immobulus. I trust you’ve all been practicing?"
Motoya’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of the spell. He had always excelled at performing spells and Immobulus was one of the handiest spells.
The professor continued, "You’ll be pairing up and practicing the spell. Remember to do the proper form and make your voices clear. Find your pair now!”.
Motoya’s eyes quickly scanned the room for a partner.Kiyoomi was already partnered with Ushijima. ‘He and Tendou are probably fighting’, Motoya thinks because the only time those two aren’t partners is when they have a disagreement. He glanced over the others and saw that Suna was looking at him. Motoya’s heart fluttered at his stare. He swallowed and walked towards the slytherin’s direction.
"Want to pair up?" Motoya asked, shaking, feeling nervous.
Suna raised an eyebrow, clearly a little surprised but not in a way that suggested he was unwilling. "You sure about that?" he asked, his voice smooth.
Motoya nodded. "Well Kiyo’s a traitor who left me. I don’t have any other choice."
Suna’s lips twitched upward in a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Fair enough," he said, standing and walking toward the designated practice area.
As they settled in, Motoya could feel the weight of the room’s tension. He wasn’t used to working with someone else. But something about Suna’s calmness made it easier.
Professor Merrick waved his wand and conjured a series of practice dummies for them to work with. "Alright, show me what you’ve got," he said before throwing a dummy at Motoya.
Motoya quickly took out his wand and focused. The air around him hummed with energy, and he could already feel the shield forming in his mind. "Immobulus!" he said clearly, raising his wand.
A blue colored something rushed out Motoya’s wand and hitted the flying dummy, which caused it to freeze. Motoya felt a rush of satisfaction—Immobulus had always been one of the easiest spells.
Suna watched him intently, his sharp gaze assessing every movement. “Not bad,” he said after a moment, though his tone wasn’t full of praise. It was more like an observation. “You’re a natural”.
Motoya felt a surge of pride from Suna’s words. He had always admired Suna’s calm approach to magic, and it was clear that the Slytherin had a deep understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Your turn," Motoya said, stepping back to give Suna space.
Suna didn’t hesitate. With a flick of his wand, he cast the spell with a fluid motion. The dummy freezed once again.
Motoya watched in awe. "Impressive," he said, a grin tugging at his lips.
Suna smirked slightly, clearly aware of his own skill. "Same as yours”, he said, his eyes meeting Motoya’s for a moment before turning back to the dummy.
The rest of the class continued with their shield practice, but for Motoya, the time spent working with Suna was something new and different. It wasn’t just about the lesson anymore—it was about learning from each other, despite their house differences.
By the end of the class, they had both perfected the spell, and even Professor Merrick gave them a rare nod of approval as he moved to the next part of the lesson.
As the class dispersed, Motoya packed up his things and glanced at Suna, who was standing by the door, seemingly unaffected by the chatter around him.
"Good work today," Motoya said, offering a small smile.
Suna gave him a brief but genuine look. "You’re a good partner, Komori," he said, his voice quiet but sincere. "Maybe next time you’ll beat me."
Motoya chuckled, his heart light. "Maybe. Let’s see."
–
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class had just ended, and students were spilling out into the hallway, chatting excitedly about the lesson. Motoya and Suna walked out the classroom in unison as they share the same class next period.
Osamu, who had been walking with Atsumu ahead of them, noticed the pair and turned to wait for them, his posture relaxed but attentive. Atsumu, always looking for trouble, was scanning the hall, no doubt looking for someone to bother. But Osamu, despite his usual calm, had a slight smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall, clearly waiting for Motoya and Suna to catch up.
“Well, well, look who’s actually socializing with the Hufflepuff,” Osamu teased, his voice laced with amusement, but his eyes were warm.
Suna raised an eyebrow and smirked back at him. "You make it sound like that’s something extraordinary."
Motoya chuckled, watching the ease with which Osamu and Suna interacted. There was an unspoken understanding between them—a quiet friendship that had lasted longer than Motoya could imagine.
“Don’t get used to it,” Suna said to Osamu with a teasing tone. “I only partnered with him because you chose your twin”.
Osamu rolled his eyes but didn’t take offense. “Right. Blame me for your lack of social skills, then.”
Atsumu, who had been listening in, couldn't help but jump in. “Yeah, you’re always hanging around with Suna and now you’re dragging in the Hufflepuff. What’s going on here, Osamu?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
Osamu shot his twin a look, one that clearly said “don’t start,” but Atsumu just grinned wider.
"Don’t mind him," Osamu said, turning back to Motoya. "Atsumu’s just bitter because he doesn’t have a real partner to practice his charm with."
Atsumu groaned dramatically. “That’s not fair, you know. I just like to have fun.”
Suna, glancing at Motoya, seemed amused by the Miya twin’s antics. “You know, Komori, you’re a natural at everything. Is their anything you suck at?
Motoya chuckled, glancing at Osamu, who gave a small nod of approval. “I just like to practice or study in my free time,” he said, almost as an afterthought. “But because of that, I don’t really have anyone to save for Kiyo but I think people are intimidated by us”.
“People? intimidated by you? Are you sure or maybe they’re just intimidated by Sakusa”, Osamu expressed, clearly not believing him to which Motoya chuckled and replied, “Yeah, maybe I don’t know. I don’t think I’m intimidating, unlike you guys, especially Suna.”
“We’re not intimidating, it’s mostly just Samu and Suna’s resting bitch face. I don’t get why people think we’re bullies when we just like to prank people”, Atsumu said, scratching his hair while pouting.
“That’s not true, you’re the only one here that enjoys making fun of other people. Me and Rin just get dragged along to your antics”, Osamu said while glancing at Suna with a soft look and smile.
Suna leaned against the wall beside Osamu, his posture casual. “That’s why we get along. Samu’s got the discipline, and I’ve got the instinct.”
Atsumu snorted at that. “You two are a perfect pair. So serious.”
Osamu shot him a warning glare, but there was no real malice behind it. “Don’t you have some people to prank, Atsumu?”
Atsumu’s grin widened, clearly knowing his brother wasn’t going to scold him for long. “Right, right. I’ll leave you two to your boring chat.” He shot Motoya a wink before turning away to go find trouble elsewhere.
With Atsumu out of the picture, the trio fell into a more relaxed rhythm. Motoya turned to Osamu, his curiosity getting the best of him. “You two really are close, huh?”
Osamu’s gaze softened, and he gave a small shrug. “Yeah, we’ve been through a lot together. Not everything’s perfect, but Suna’s got a way of understanding things that most people don’t.”
Suna glanced at Osamu but didn’t add anything. There was a comfortable silence between them as they continued walking. Motoya couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the friendship they shared.
“So, what are you two up to after class?” Motoya asked, trying to ease into the conversation again.
Suna shrugged. “Probably head back to the common room. You’re welcome to join us if you’re not doing anything, Komori.”
Osamu gave him a sideways glance. “Just don’t expect to keep up with Suna’s endless hours of sleeping”.
Suna shot Osamu a playful glare. “Forgive me for not being able to sleep when I’m in the same room with the fighting twins”.
Motoya laughed, and for a moment, the trio seemed like they could be any other group of students, talking casually about nothing in particular.
“I think I’ll pass on that. I don’t want to cost my house points for sneaking into another house’s common room,” Motoya said with a grin, “but I’d be happy to join you both for a bit of downtime. It’s not often I get a chance to just relax around here.”
Suna gave him a small smile, and Osamu nodded. “Good. It’ll be nice to have a change of pace.”
As they walked together toward their dormentries, Motoya couldn’t help but feel a shift in his perception. He had always thought of Osamu and Suna as an untouchable figure, cold and distant. But now, after spending some time with both Osamu and Suna, he realized there was more to the Slytherin than meets the eye.
3.
During the third year, they became busier making Komori unable to hang out with Osamu and Suna, who were from different classes. It was a rare free period, and the library was almost empty, the quiet hum of the place offering a welcome contrast to the usual chaos of Hogwarts. Motoya had decided to take advantage of the peace, knowing it was one of the few times he could truly think. His books were spread out across the table, but he was barely glancing at them. Instead, he was wondering how he can pass potions.
He jumped when a voice broke the silence. "Motoya? Should’ve figured I’d find you here."
Motoya looked up and saw Osamu standing in front of his table, arms crossed, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The Slytherin’s calm, composed demeanor was still very much in place, though his gray eyes were warm with that subtle kindness that Motoya was beginning to notice more and more.
"Osamu," Motoya said, a little surprised. "What are you doing here? You don't strike me as the type to spend your free time in a library."
Osamu raised an eyebrow as he slid into the chair across from Motoya. “That’s because you’re underestimating my intelligence,” he replied smoothly, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “I don’t mind the occasional quiet. Besides, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do.”
Motoya chuckled. “I figured you were always busy with something. You know, like plotting world domination with Atsumu.”
Osamu’s expression didn’t change, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “I don’t need to plot anything. Atsumu handles the chaos; I just keep things in order.”
Motoya leaned back in his chair, glancing at Osamu as he returned to his notes, half-focusing on the conversation. “I guess that’s why you two work well together,” he said, half to himself.
Osamu didn’t respond immediately, but there was a brief pause before he spoke. “We do. I know Atsumu all over the place, but when it comes down to it, he listens. And he knows I won’t let him get too far out of line.”
Motoya smiled to himself. He hadn’t realized how closely the Miya twins worked together, how much they complemented each other in ways that Motoya now understood better.
"So, what’s going on in that head of yours?" Osamu asked, his voice lowering just slightly as he leaned forward, noticing Motoya’s distracted expression.
Motoya hesitated for a moment before shrugging. “Just thinking about… how I’ll do well in potionos. I mean, it’s not that I find it difficult. Not to brag but I feel like I’m doing well—better than the other students but it’s just that I feel like I’m letting my parents down.”
Osamu leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table as he processed Motoya’s words. “Yeah, I get that.” He paused, then continued with a quieter tone. “It’s easy to get caught up in what other people expect from you. But you’ve got to figure out what you really want, what feels right for you.”
Motoya looked at him, slightly surprised by how deeply Osamu was considering his question. “How do you figure that out? I mean, I know you’ve got your thing—whatever that is—but I’m still kind of... figuring out where I fit.”
Osamu tilted his head slightly, as if he was weighing how much to share. “I guess it’s all about finding the balance. You do things because they matter to you, not just because they’re easy or what others want. You’re good at Defense, Potions, Herbology, and other courses, sure, but maybe it’s more than just talent. Maybe it’s something you want to keep getting better at, because you care about it. Don’t just follow what other people do.”
Motoya studied him, the sincerity in Osamu’s words settling in. It was a simple answer, but somehow, it felt right. Osamu wasn’t trying to force some grand philosophy on him—he was just speaking from experience, from the quiet way he carried himself.
“Guess you’ve got a point,” Motoya said, the unease he had been feeling slowly melting away. “Maybe I do need to think about it more. It’s easy to get caught up in what everyone else expects, but…”
“You don’t have to follow that path,” Osamu interrupted, his gaze steady. “I mean, I get it—there’s a lot of pressure. But at the end of the day, you’ve got to decide for yourself what makes sense. You don’t need anyone else’s permission to do what feels right.”
Motoya nodded, his thoughts calming. “Thanks, Osamu. I think I needed to hear that.”
Osamu gave him a small, knowing smile. “Anytime. Just don’t expect me to start giving speeches, alright?”
Motoya chuckled, feeling the warmth of Osamu’s words lingering with him. “I won’t, I promise.”
The two sat in silence for a few moments, the quiet comfort of their conversation settling between them. Motoya felt a little lighter, a little more confident. Osamu’s presence, while always calm and composed, had a way of making things seem clearer—without needing to try too hard.
“You know,you’re actually a good advice giver,” Motoya said, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
Osamu smirked, his gray eyes flicking over Motoya with a hint of amusement. “I’m well aware of my talents”.
Motoya rolled his eyes but laughed softly, leaning back against the chair, books forgotten. “Humble as always, aren’t you?”
Osamu shrugged, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What can I say? It’s hard bein’ this perfect.”
The teasing tone between them was lighthearted, and Motoya shook his head. “Okay, perfect advisor, what do you suggest for my next move? Y’know, since you’re apparently an expert on life now.”
Osamu tilted his head, pretending to consider the question seriously. “First, don’t overthink it. Second, trust yourself a little more. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”
The sincerity in his voice caught Motoya off guard, and he glanced at Osamu, his smile softening. “You really think so?”
Osamu leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he nodded. “I know so, Toya. You’ve got this. You just need to believe it too.”
Motoya’s chest tightened with gratitude. “Thanks, Osamu. Really.”
“Anytime,” Osamu said with a casual wave of his hand before smirking again. “Though if this advice works, I’m expecting some form of payment.”
Motoya laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “Deal. But only if it works.”
“Oh, it’ll work,” Osamu said confidently, leaning back with a satisfied expression. “Because I don’t give bad advice.”
4.
That wasn’t the last time that they were in the library together. Tonight, they’re together again but this time, with Suna.
The Hogwarts library was quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional muttered spell as students worked on their homework or studied for upcoming exams. The vast room, with its towering shelves of ancient books, felt like a sanctuary to many students, and Komori was no exception. He loved the peacefulness here—the smell of old parchment, the soft glow of the lamps scattered across the room.
Tonight, though, it wasn’t just the solitude that drew him in. Osamu and Suna were sitting with him at one of the long wooden tables, though they were much more relaxed than focused on their work. While Komori had his Herbology books spread out in front of him, Osamu and Suna were leaning back in their chairs, seemingly content with merely being in each other's company.
Suna, always the playful one, was flicking through a Quidditch magazine, though it was clear he was doing anything but studying. He would occasionally glance at Osamu, who was reading a thick book about wizarding history, but Suna’s eyes kept flicking over to Komori, almost as if he couldn’t resist teasing.
“You know, you should really consider switching up your study routine, Toya," Suna remarked with a smirk, flipping a page in the magazine. “You’re always buried in your books. Come on, live a little.”
Komori looked up from his reading, chuckling softly. “I like my routine, Suna. It’s peaceful.”
Osamu glanced up from his book, a hint of amusement in his usually composed expression. “You wouldn’t know a break if it hit you in the face, Komori.”
Komori laughed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m just... trying to keep on top of things. Herbology Isn't as easy as it seems.”
Suna let out a mock gasp, setting the magazine down on the table. “Herbology? Really? You’re stressing over plants?”
“It’s not just plants, Suna,” Komori responded with a grin, trying to keep the mood light. “There’s a lot to it—making sure you use the right spells, knowing when to harvest, not overwatering.”
Osamu closed his book with a soft thud, the sound cutting through the light chatter in the library. He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as he studied Komori. “I don’t think he’s stressed, Suna. He just likes to be thorough. It’s actually... impressive, the way he can focus.”
Komori blushed slightly, unsure how to respond to Osamu’s rare compliment. “I guess I just like things to be done right,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t betray the warmth he felt in his chest.
Suna raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the subtle shift in atmosphere between them. “You two are a bit too serious for my taste,” he said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair and stretching out. “What do you say, Osamu? Want to drag Komori away from his books and show him how to have some fun?”
Osamu looked at Suna with a raised eyebrow, as if weighing the suggestion. But before he could say anything, Suna’s smirk deepened, and he added, “You know, we could take him to the Quidditch pitch. Show him what it means to fly, get some real adrenaline in his veins.”
Komori’s heart skipped at the mention of the pitch. He had always loved Quidditch. He’s actually the team’s seeker. But as of lately, he’s been stressed to the point that Quidditch hasn’t been on his mind.
“I think I’ll stick to my books for now,” Komori said, trying to keep his tone light, but there was a subtle hesitation in his words.
Suna shot him a teasing grin, but Osamu’s gaze softened as he watched Komori. “You don’t have to be so serious all the time, Komori. It’s okay to have a little fun, you know.”
Komori nodded, his heart fluttering at the gentle encouragement from Osamu. “I know. I just... I like having control over things, you know?”
Osamu’s voice was quiet but understanding. “Sometimes it’s okay to let go of control for a bit. Trust your friends to help carry the load.”
The sincerity in Osamu’s words made Motoya’s heart tighten, and for a moment, he simply stared at him, unsure of how to respond. There was something about the way Osamu spoke—something that made him feel seen, understood, like he could be himself without fear of judgment. It made Motoya’s chest feel tight and warm at the same time, the kind of feeling he didn’t know how to explain.
Suna, noticing the sudden shift in the air, leaned over the table with a grin. “You two are getting all serious on me again, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice light and playful. “Alright, alright, we’ll take a break. But only because Osamu here looks like he’s about to start giving a lecture.”
Motoya couldn’t help but smile at Suna’s teasing. It was like they could read each other without speaking—Suna, always the joker, and Osamu, who could understand him even without the words. Komori found himself wanting to be part of that dynamic more and more.
“Well,” Osamu said, standing up and stretching slightly, “we’ll figure out a time for you to have fun, Komori. Just don’t spend all your time buried in books.
Motoya’s heart skipped again, the hint of affection in Osamu’s voice making him feel something deeper than just friendship. He smiled, nodding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
As the trio began to gather their things, Motoya felt a quiet sense of contentment wash over him. Even though they were in different houses, with Osamu and Suna, he felt like he was part of something. Something that made him feel... more than just Komori Motoya. More than just the friendly one.
As they walked toward the library doors, Suna, ever the tease, shot one last look at Komori. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, alright? We’ll get you out of that library one day.”
Motoya smiled softly, his heart fluttering at the thought of their growing bond. “Thanks, Suna. And Osamu... I appreciate it.”
Osamu gave him a nod, a rare, genuine smile flickering on his lips. “Anytime, Komori. Let’s make sure you get your break soon.”
As they parted ways in the hallway, Komori couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest, realizing that, maybe, he wasn’t just falling for the books—he was falling for them, too.
5.
It was a cool evening, and the sky was clear, the stars twinkling above Hogwarts. The grounds were quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the soft wind. Komori found himself walking the path near the castle, taking a much-needed break from his studies.
The weight of his schoolwork had been heavy lately, and while he enjoyed the peace of the library, something about the open air tonight made him feel more at ease.
It wasn’t long before Osamu and Suna appeared behind him, walking in the same direction.
“You know, you really spend a lot of time alone out here, Komori,” Suna called out, his voice light and teasing. “Thought we’d come and make sure you didn’t get too lost in your own thoughts.”
Komori turned to face them with a small, grateful smile. “I just needed a break. I’ve been cooped up in the library all day.”
Osamu, ever the calm one, gave a small, knowing nod. “Sometimes it’s good to get away from all the books. A walk clears the mind.”
“Exactly!” Suna chimed in. “You’re always so serious. Lighten up a bit. Come on, walk with us.”
Komori glanced at both of them, feeling the warmth of their presence settle around him. Even though they were from different houses, different worlds, they always made him feel included, like he belonged. His heart fluttered, just slightly. The quiet moments with them had started to mean more than he realized.
The trio continued walking together, the night growing darker, the cool breeze brushing against their faces. They didn’t have a set destination—just wandering, enjoying the time together. At times, Komori found himself caught up in their laughter or their banter, and other times, he couldn’t help but simply watch them—the way Osamu’s calm nature seemed to center everything, the way Suna’s teasing always brought a smile to his face.
Suna nudged Komori, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, tell me, Komori. I saw you at the pitch last week—looking like you're enjoying yourself. You looked really happy, you know.
Komori blushed at his statement. Osamu glanced at him, his tone soft but encouraging. “You did well, Toya. We should play together sometime”.
Komori's chest tightened at Osamu's words, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't expected the calm Slytherin to offer such simple encouragement, and yet... it felt more meaningful than anything. He met Osamu's gaze for a brief moment before quickly looking away, his face flushing slightly.
Suna raised an eyebrow, noticing the subtle exchange. "Hmm, what’s this? You two getting all serious on me?" he teased, the playful edge in his voice masking the warmth behind his words.
Komori felt his face heat up, but he managed to laugh it off. "I’m just focused on flying, Suna. No big deal."
"Sure, sure," Suna replied, clearly unconvinced, but he let the moment slide.
They continued walking, the quiet stretches of the path enveloping them as the castle loomed in the distance. It was peaceful, calm, the world feeling distant for the time being.
Eventually, Suna broke the silence again. “You know, Toya,” he began, his voice softening, “you’re not half bad at this hanging-out-with-us thing.”
Komori smiled, his heart feeling light. “I could say the same about you.”
There was a long pause, and Osamu spoke next, his usual calm tone betraying something deeper. “We’re glad you’re with us, Toya. We want you around.”
The simple honesty in Osamu’s words made Komori’s heart flutter. There was something so genuine about the way Osamu spoke, and it resonated deeply with him. He had always felt comfortable around the Slytherins, but lately, it was more than just comfort. It was a connection.
Suna noticed Komori’s reaction before he could hide it. His grin softened, no longer teasing. “Looks like someone’s got a soft spot for Osamu,” he teased lightly, though his tone lacked the usual mischief.
Komori’s face turned bright red, but before he could respond, Osamu shot Suna a look. “Cut it out, Suna.”
Suna laughed, his tone light as he nudged Komori with his elbow. “I’m just messing with you, Toya. But really, it’s nice, seeing you two together like this. It’s like you’re a part of our little team now.”
Komori’s heart thudded at the words. A part of their team. He hadn’t realized how much that meant to him—how much he had come to care for both of them, in ways that went beyond simple friendship.
As they approached the edge of the grounds, the trio paused for a moment, looking out at the stars above.
“I’m glad we did this,” Komori said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “It’s nice having this time together.”
Osamu and Suna exchanged a brief look before both nodding in agreement.
“We should do it more often,” Suna said, his grin returning. “The three of us.”
“Definitely,” Osamu added, his voice quiet but firm.
The three of them stood there for a moment longer, the weight of the words hanging in the air. Komori felt something stir within him, something he couldn’t quite put into words. It wasn’t just about friendship. It was more than that. He realized, as they stood there together, how deeply his feelings for both of them had grown. They weren’t just his friends anymore.
They meant something more.
And in that moment, Komori allowed himself to hope—hope that perhaps, in time, those feelings would be returned.
6.
The Quidditch pitch was alive with excitement as the Hufflepuff team faced off against Ravenclaw. The weather had been perfect for the match—a crisp autumn breeze and a cloudless sky—but that all changed when Komori, Hufflepuff's Seeker, dove for the Golden Snitch.
Komori’s heart raced as he locked eyes on the small, fluttering ball zipping across the pitch, his broomstick responding to every subtle shift of his body. He had been training for weeks, and he was determined to catch it. The Ravenclaw Seeker was already swooping in from the opposite side of the field, and the competition was fierce. But Komori was faster, sharper. He could do this.
With a swift maneuver, he leaned forward, reaching for the Snitch. But as he stretched his hand just inches from it, he was blindsided.
A Ravenclaw Beater had swung his bat at just the wrong moment, sending the Bludger hurtling into Komori’s side with brutal force. The impact knocked him sideways, and before he could regain his balance, his broom wobbled, and he was sent crashing to the ground, tumbling over the grass and landing hard with a painful thud.
The crowd gasped, and the match came to a screeching halt.
“Motoya!” The shout echoed through the stands, and Osamu was already on the field, breaking through the crowd of players. Suna was right behind him, both of them moving faster than anyone had expected.
Komori’s head spun as he tried to sit up, wincing in pain. His side felt like it had been hit by a freight train, but he didn’t want to worry anyone. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to get his bearings.
But before he could even fully stand, Osamu was at his side, kneeling down next to him with a concerned frown. “No, you’re not,” Osamu said, his voice uncharacteristically firm. “You just got hit by a Bludger at full speed. Don’t even try to act tough.”
Suna was right there, too, practically hovering over Komori as he grabbed his arm to steady him. “You’re not going anywhere, Komori. Sit down. We’ll take care of you.”
Komori felt a surge of warmth in his chest, but also a bit of frustration. “I don’t need this much attention,” he protested weakly, but the concern in their eyes was overwhelming.
Osamu glanced at Suna, then back at Komori. “We’re not letting you get back on that broom until you’re checked out, alright? You’re not invincible, you know.”
Suna’s expression was serious now, his usual playful grin gone. “Exactly. If you’re even thinking about getting back up, I’ll hex your broom so you can’t. You’re not in any shape to play, and we’re not risking you getting hurt more.”
Komori’s chest tightened with gratitude, but it felt a bit overwhelming too. He had always known that Osamu and Suna had his back, but the way they were treating him now, like he was fragile, was a little too much. He wasn’t used to being babied, especially not by two of the toughest Slytherins he knew.
“I’m fine,” Komori repeated, though it was weaker this time. “Really. Just... just a little bruised.”
Suna crouched down to his level, his tone gentle but insistent. “Komori, look at me. You’re not fine. You’re hurt, and you need to rest. If you don’t listen to us, I’ll have to get the medics out here, and you really don’t want that.”
Osamu stood up and turned to the referee, who had been waiting to see if Komori was okay to continue. “He’s out. No argument.”
The Ravenclaw Seeker, who had been hovering nearby, looked over at Komori with a small nod of respect, but Komori could see the hint of concern in their eyes as well. Komori managed a small smile, though it was weak, and then he allowed himself to be helped to his feet by Osamu and Suna.
As they walked him off the pitch, Suna kept a protective arm around his shoulders, and Osamu kept a careful eye on him, making sure he wasn’t wobbling too much. Despite Komori’s protests, they weren’t going to let him out of their sight.
Once they were in the locker room, Osamu took a seat on the bench and gave Komori a long, serious look. “We’re not letting you off easy. You need to get checked out by Madam Pomfrey. Now.”
Komori opened his mouth to argue, but when he saw the stern looks from both Osamu and Suna, he sighed and slumped back against the wall. “Fine,” he muttered, “but just a quick check-up.”
Suna chuckled softly, but there was still an edge of concern in his voice. “We’re not playing around, Komori. We’re not letting you back on that broom until we’re sure you’re okay.”
Komori’s chest swelled with something he couldn’t quite define. He had never really understood what it felt like to be cared for so fiercely, so completely. The protectiveness from Osamu and Suna felt almost overwhelming, but he realized it was something he needed. They cared about him—more than he had thought.
As Suna and Osamu guided him out of the locker room toward the hospital wing, Komori couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him. He felt safe with them, cared for in a way he hadn’t realized he needed.
And as much as he hated to admit it, it made his heart race in a way he didn’t quite understand.
7.
It was during 5th year when Osamu and Suna got jealous for the first time.
It was a crisp evening, and the Hogwarts courtyard was alive with students taking their evening walks or huddling together in groups after a long day of classes. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow across the castle as Motoya made his way to the entrance, his book bag slung over one shoulder. He had just finished a long practice with the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and he was looking forward to catching up with his friends.
He spotted Osamu and Suna lounging near the steps, casually chatting as they waited for him. Both Slytherins had been busy with their own work earlier in the day, and Komori was glad to finally see them, his heart lifting at the sight of their familiar faces. He jogged over to them, offering a wave as he approached.
“Hey, guys!” Komori greeted, his voice light and full of energy. “Sorry I’m late—Quidditch practice ran longer than I thought.”
Osamu looked up, giving him a nod. “You’re fine. We weren’t waiting long.” He glanced around the courtyard, his eyes scanning for something—or someone. Suna followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow.
“Speaking of Toya,” Suna began, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips, “I couldn’t help but notice you seemed to be chatting with that Ravenclaw girl a little too much during lunch today.”
Komori blinked, clearly not expecting the comment. “Huh? Oh, you mean Yachi? She just had a question about my notes for Potions. We were just talking about homework.”
Osamu’s expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Just homework, huh?” he asked, a note of skepticism in his voice. He didn’t look angry, but there was a certain edge to his words that made Komori pause.
“Yeah, just homework,” Komori said, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He scratched the back of his neck, wondering what was going on. “She’s in my divination class, so we just went over the material together. Nothing more to it.”
Suna leaned back against the stone wall, folding his arms across his chest. “Right,” he said, though his tone was laced with amusement and something else—something that Komori couldn’t quite place. “But you seemed pretty... comfortable with her, Komori.”
Komori furrowed his brow, realizing now that Suna and Osamu were both watching him with a certain intensity. “Comfortable? We were just talking. It’s not a big deal.”
Osamu, who had been silent for a moment, finally spoke up, his voice calm but firm. “It’s just... We’ve never seen you spend so much time with someone outside of us.” His gaze softened slightly, but there was still a hint of possessiveness behind it. “I don’t like the idea of someone else getting too close to you.”
Suna’s smirk grew wider, but there was an unmistakable glint of jealousy in his eyes. “Yeah, what Osamu said. We’ve been hanging out with you since first year, Komori. Now this Ravenclaw girl comes along, and you’re all buddy-buddy with her?” His voice was teasing, but Komori could hear the undercurrent of something deeper—something that made him feel oddly warm inside.
Komori blinked, processing the words. “Wait... Are you two jealous?” he asked, half-laughing in disbelief.
Both Slytherins froze, then exchanged a look, and for a moment, Komori swore he saw the tiniest blush creeping onto Osamu’s cheeks. It quickly disappeared, but Suna was grinning ear to ear, clearly enjoying the moment.
“I’m not jealous,” Osamu muttered, his tone gruff, but the words didn’t quite match his expression. There was something about his gaze that said otherwise—something possessive, something protective. “I just don’t like seeing you spend time with people who don’t know you like we do.”
Suna crossed his arms with a dramatic sigh. “You’re ours, Komori. You can’t just get close to other people like that. We’ve got to keep an eye on you.” His grin softened into something more sincere, though, as he added, “You mean a lot to us, you know?”
Komori’s heart skipped a beat at Suna’s words. He had always known they were close, but this—this protective, possessive side of them was new. It was unexpected, but it made him feel strangely safe, like they truly cared about him in a way that was deeper than friendship.
“Guys…” Komori started, his voice softening as he looked between them, his chest warming at the realization of how much they were watching out for him. “I didn’t think you’d feel like that. I’m sorry if I made you feel... uncomfortable.”
Osamu’s expression softened as he placed a hand on Komori’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. We just... I don't want anyone else getting too close to you. You’re our friend, Komori.”
Suna nodded, his usual teasing expression replaced by something genuine. “Yeah. Just remember, we’ve got your back, always. No one else can take your time away from us.”
Komori smiled, the warmth in his chest spreading as he looked at both of them. “I’m glad to know you care so much,” he said quietly, his smile reaching his eyes. “And don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
Osamu and Suna exchanged another look, but this time, it was filled with understanding. Osamu gave a small, rare smile. “Good. Don’t forget that.”
Suna clapped Komori on the back. “Now, let’s go grab some dinner. I’m starving, and I’m not sharing my dessert with anyone but you two.”
Komori laughed, feeling lighter than he had all day. The subtle tension between them had dissolved, replaced by the comfort of knowing just how much his two Slytherin friends valued him. He didn’t know when it had happened, but he could feel it now—he was more than just their friend. There was something deeper, something that made his heart flutter in a way he hadn’t expected.
As they walked toward the Great Hall together, Komori realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind being a little bit wanted after all.
8.
Another one was when it was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the students of Hogwarts were scattered around the courtyard, enjoying the last rays of sunlight before the colder weather truly set in. Komori had been practicing with the Quidditch team earlier in the day, and now he was taking a well-deserved break, walking around the courtyard with a few snacks in hand. The warmth of the sun felt nice on his face, and he was lost in thought when he heard a familiar voice call out from behind him.
“Toya!”
He turned around to see two of his Slytherin friends, Osamu and Suna, strolling toward him. They were both in their typical Slytherin attire, looking effortlessly cool as always, though today, there was something slightly different about their presence.
“Hey, you two,” Komori said, smiling at them as they approached.
Osamu nodded, but his expression was a little more intense than usual. “We were looking for you,” he said, his gaze flicking over Komori’s shoulder.
Suna, who had been walking beside Osamu, raised an eyebrow and looked past Komori to where a group of Ravenclaw students were gathered, laughing and chatting. Among them was a boy from the same year as Komori, someone who had been spending a bit too much time with him recently. Suna’s gaze narrowed slightly as he crossed his arms.
Komori followed their eyes and realized that the Ravenclaw boy, who had been friendly with him for a while, was laughing at something he’d said. The boy’s hand was lightly resting on Komori’s shoulder as he spoke, making Komori a bit uncomfortable.
“Everything okay?” Komori asked, feeling a strange tension in the air.
Osamu’s eyes flicked back to Komori, his lips pressing into a tight line. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he replied, though his tone seemed to carry more weight than usual. He glanced again at the Ravenclaw boy and back to Komori. “It’s just that… you’re not planning on spending the rest of the day with them, are you?”
Suna gave an exaggerated yawn, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I mean, it’s great that you’re making friends, Komori, but you’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately, haven’t you? Doesn’t it feel a little… cozy?”
Komori blinked, realizing what was happening. “Oh, you two are—”
Before he could finish, Osamu cut him off. “I’m not saying you can’t have friends, Komori,” he said, his voice firm but calm. “But we don’t like the idea of anyone getting too close to you. Especially when you’re hanging out with people who don’t really know you.”
Suna smirked, though there was a hint of protectiveness in his eyes. “Yeah, you’re ours to look after, Komori. Can’t have some random Ravenclaw swooping in, can we?”
Komori chuckled, though there was a fluttering feeling in his chest at how fiercely protective they were acting. “I didn’t realize you two were so… territorial.”
Osamu shrugged, but there was a hint of pride in his posture. “Of course, we are. We’ve got to keep you safe, right? We can’t let just anyone take up all your time.”
Suna grinned, stepping closer to Komori. “It’s not just about taking up time,” he said with a wink. “It’s about making sure no one else gets too comfortable. We don’t mind if you have friends, but we’re still your first priority, right?”
Komori laughed nervously, feeling the weight of their stares. “You two are something else,” he muttered, his heart skipping a beat at their words. He never expected this kind of attention from them, but it was hard to deny the warmth that spread through him at the thought that they cared this much.
“Well, maybe we’re just jealous,” Suna said with a shrug. “You’re a great guy, Komori, and everyone wants a piece of you. But we don’t share well.”
Osamu glanced at Suna before looking back at Komori, his voice softening just slightly. “We just want to make sure you’re not getting too close to people who don’t have your best interests in mind.”
Komori nodded slowly, feeling his chest tighten. He didn’t know why, but the fact that they were so protective over him made something warm stir inside him. He looked at both of them, their familiar, reassuring faces, and suddenly, everything seemed to fall into place.
“I get it,” he said, his smile softening. “I don’t mind. You two have always been there for me.”
Suna grinned, slinging an arm over Komori’s shoulder in a friendly, yet possessive manner. “That’s right. And we plan on being there for a long time, don’t forget it.”
Osamu, still standing close by, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’re stuck with us.”
Komori laughed, though his heart was racing as he realized just how much he valued their company. Maybe he didn’t mind being a little “stuck” after all.
The tension between the three of them faded as they fell into their usual rhythm. Komori felt a sense of comfort knowing that Osamu and Suna would always be there, watching out for him—maybe more than he ever realized.
9.
It was a quiet afternoon in the library, with most of the students either studying or finishing up assignments. Komori was tucked away in a quiet corner, reading a thick book on magical creatures for an upcoming exam. He had always loved the peaceful atmosphere here—it was a perfect place to focus and escape the chaos of the castle.
Osamu and Suna had wandered into the library together after their last class, though neither of them were particularly fond of the place. Osamu had been looking for a book on Quidditch strategies, while Suna was just following along, though he had no intention of actually reading.
As they passed through the aisles, their attention was drawn to a familiar face—Komori, sitting by himself and engrossed in his reading. But what made them both stop was the sight of another student sitting beside him.
A Ravenclaw girl, one from their year, had approached Komori and was now seated next to him. She was leaning in a little too close as they discussed the book Komori was reading, her laughter ringing out as she made a joke about the creatures in the book. Komori smiled politely in return, clearly enjoying the conversation, but Osamu and Suna couldn’t help but notice the subtle closeness between the two.
"Isn’t that a bit... much?" Suna muttered, his eyes narrowing at the sight.
Osamu’s jaw tightened. “Yeah. She’s too close to him.”
Suna shot him a sidelong glance. “You’re just as bothered by it as I am, huh?”
Osamu didn’t reply immediately, but his clenched fists told Suna everything he needed to know. He was trying to stay composed, but there was an unmistakable flicker of irritation in his eyes.
“I don’t like how she’s just... hovering around him,” Osamu muttered, his voice low. "She’s invading his space."
Suna raised an eyebrow, his usual teasing tone replaced by something darker. “You sound jealous, Osamu.”
Osamu shot him a glare but didn’t deny it. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the idea of other people getting too close to him.”
Suna chuckled, but his voice was still serious. “Uh-huh, sure. Jealousy is a strange thing, isn’t it?”
Before Osamu could snap back, Suna grinned mischievously. “Let’s make sure Komori knows who he belongs to, shall we?”
With that, the two Slytherins casually walked over to Komori and the Ravenclaw girl, their footsteps loud enough that the girl noticed them. She looked up from her conversation, surprised by their sudden arrival.
"Toya," Osamu said, his voice smooth but with a hint of possessiveness, “we were looking for you. We need to talk about our next practice.”
Komori blinked, his smile widening as he glanced up at the two. “Oh, hey, Osamu, Suna. What’s up?”
The Ravenclaw girl gave them a polite but somewhat pointed smile. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you two were waiting for him.”
Suna grinned, leaning against the bookshelf with a casual air. “No need to apologize. We’re just... looking out for our friend here.”
Komori glanced between the two, a little confused by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. “What’s going on? Is there something you two need?”
Osamu ignored the girl completely, his focus entirely on Komori. “Yeah, we’re just making sure you don’t get too distracted,” he said with a raised eyebrow, his tone playful but serious at the same time. “You know, we’ve got a match to prepare for, and we can’t have you getting distracted by anyone else.”
The Ravenclaw girl’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly stood up, sensing the change in the air. “Well, I should go. I didn’t mean to get in the way,” she said, shooting Komori one last glance before walking away.
As she disappeared between the shelves, Suna let out a low whistle. “Looks like we scared her off,” he remarked, a small grin tugging at his lips.
Komori finally understood what was going on. He looked at Osamu and Suna, who were standing just a little too close to him, their protectiveness almost palpable.
“Are you two... jealous again?” Komori asked, raising an eyebrow.
Suna shrugged but didn’t look away. “Maybe a little. You’ve been getting a lot of attention from people lately, Komori. But don’t worry, we’re just here to make sure you’re not... distracted.” His grin was mischievous, but there was a layer of sincerity underneath. “You know we’ve got your back, right?”
Osamu nodded, his tone more serious than Suna’s. “No one’s going to get too close to you without us noticing. You’re not going to be left hanging, Komori.”
Komori felt his chest tighten, a strange warmth spreading through him at the realization of how deeply they cared about him. His heart skipped a beat, but he tried to brush it off, not wanting to admit how touched he was by their words.
“I don’t need any protection, you know,” Komori said with a smile, though his voice was softer than usual. “I’m perfectly fine on my own.”
Suna chuckled, nudging him with his elbow. “Of course you are. But just remember, we’re always watching out for you. We don’t mind if you get attention, just as long as it’s from us.”
Osamu’s eyes softened for a moment, though his usual stoic expression remained. “Yeah. Just... don’t get too comfortable with anyone else, alright?”
Komori laughed nervously, his face flushing slightly. “You two are impossible,” he muttered, but there was a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. He had never realized how protective they could be until now, and it made his heart race in a way he hadn’t expected.
As the two Slytherins grinned at him, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of warmth at the thought that maybe, just maybe, they weren’t just looking out for him as friends anymore.
10.
It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the Hogwarts grounds were alive with the vibrant colors of the changing season. The students were scattered around the grounds, some relaxing by the Black Lake, others playing games or chatting in small groups. The three of them—Komori, Osamu, and Suna—had somehow ended up in a secluded part of the courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle of the other students.
Komori was sitting on a stone bench, enjoying the peaceful moment. He had been spending more and more time with Osamu and Suna lately, and the more he did, the more he realized how much he enjoyed their company. They were Slytherins, and he was a Hufflepuff, and at first, it had seemed like an odd pairing. But as time passed, their bond had grown deeper, more natural. They had found a rhythm, a friendship that felt easy.
Suna was leaning against the stone wall, his arms crossed, looking like he was lost in thought, but his eyes kept flicking over to Komori, a playful glint in his gaze. Osamu sat beside Komori, his usual quiet demeanor only slightly less composed, as though he, too, had grown more comfortable with the easy camaraderie between them.
“Didn’t think I’d be sitting here with a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin,” Suna said with a smirk, breaking the comfortable silence. “Seems like we’ve broken all sorts of rules.”
Komori chuckled, his eyes darting over to Osamu, who was watching them both with his usual calm intensity. “You’re one to talk, Suna. Last time I checked, Slytherins don’t exactly hang out with Hufflepuffs.”
Osamu raised an eyebrow, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And yet, here we are.”
Komori couldn’t help but notice the way Osamu’s voice held a quiet warmth. It had always been there, just beneath the surface—an unspoken understanding that made Komori feel like he belonged in a way he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the banter, or the shared moments of laughter. There was something more in the way Osamu looked at him, something that made Komori’s heart race when their eyes met.
Suna’s teasing voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “You’re awfully quiet today, Komori. What’s on your mind?”
Komori blinked, then smiled awkwardly. “Nothing, really. Just… thinking.”
“About us, huh?” Suna raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying teasing Komori. “I bet you’ve never hung out with a pair of Slytherins before.”
Komori flushed, though he tried to play it off. “It’s just… nice, I guess. Hanging out with you two. I didn’t expect it to feel so... comfortable.”
Osamu’s gaze softened, his eyes meeting Komori’s. “I think we’ve all grown on each other. You’re easy to be around, Komori. It’s not something I say lightly.”
Komori’s heart skipped a beat at Osamu’s words. The sincerity in his voice hit Komori more than he expected. He had always admired Osamu’s calmness and the quiet confidence he exuded, but in that moment, it was more than just admiration—it was something deeper. Something he couldn’t quite explain.
Suna looked at them both, noticing the shift in the atmosphere, and smirked. “I guess that’s a good thing, huh?”
Komori laughed nervously, feeling his cheeks redden. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
There was a moment of comfortable silence between them, the kind that had become more common as their friendship had deepened. They weren’t just teasing or competing—they were enjoying the moment together. Komori felt a warmth inside him, one that didn’t come just from the pleasant weather or the laughter, but from something that felt like it was growing between him, Osamu, and Suna.
“Komori,” Osamu said, his voice soft but steady. “You know, I’ve always respected how you carry yourself. You don’t try to be anything you’re not. You just... are yourself. And that’s something rare.”
Komori blinked, surprised by the sincerity in Osamu’s words. He had always thought of Osamu as cool and detached, but there was something more in his voice now. Something that made Komori’s chest tighten and his heart beat faster. “Thanks, Osamu,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t expect... I don’t know, I didn’t expect any of this. Hanging out with you two, I mean. It’s just... easy.”
Suna, noticing the change in tone, gave a small grin. “I’m guessing I’m not the only one who thinks this is pretty easy then?”
Komori’s smile faltered slightly, his heart thudding against his chest. “Yeah,” he replied softly, looking down for a moment, unsure of how to continue.
Osamu’s eyes softened even more as he looked at Komori, his usual calm expression now carrying an undercurrent of something else—something Komori couldn’t quite decipher but knew was more than just friendship.
Suna stretched out, his usual teasing grin back in place. “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t get too comfortable without me.”
Komori flushed a little, not sure how to respond, but Osamu gave him a reassuring look. “We’ll catch up later, Suna. Don’t worry.”
As Suna walked off toward the Slytherin dorms, Komori turned his attention back to Osamu, his heart still racing. There was something in the air between them, something unspoken that made him feel both nervous and excited. It was more than just friendship; it was something deeper that he didn’t fully understand yet, but he knew it was there.
“Thanks for everything, Osamu,” Komori said quietly, glancing up at him.
Osamu gave a soft smile, his voice gentle but filled with meaning. “You don’t need to thank me, Komori. We’re friends. But I think we both know it’s something more than that.”
Komori’s chest tightened at the words, his feelings swirling in a way that left him almost speechless. He didn’t have all the answers, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel the need to rush into understanding them. He was content to let things unfold with Osamu and Suna, letting their bond deepen at its own pace.
+1
The evening had fallen quiet at Hogwarts. Most students were inside the common rooms or heading to their respective dormitories to rest after a long day of classes and practice. But Komori wasn’t ready for bed yet. He had taken a walk after an exhausting Quidditch session, hoping the cool night air would clear his head. He felt like he needed a break, something to help him process the tension he’d been feeling lately.
His mind had been filled with thoughts about his two closest friends, Osamu and Suna. The bond they shared had always been special, but recently, it had grown more intense. Komori had noticed subtle changes in the way they treated him—more attention, more care, more protectiveness. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he couldn’t help but feel drawn closer to them.
As he walked through the courtyard, his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Toya”.
He stopped and turned around to see Osamu and Suna walking toward him. The cool night air seemed to accentuate the intensity of their presence. Both of them had that same confident, almost effortless demeanor that they always carried, but there was something different in their eyes tonight. Komori couldn’t quite place it, but it made his heart beat just a little faster.
“Hey,” Komori greeted, offering them a smile, but he could see that something was off. Osamu was serious, more so than usual, and Suna’s playful grin was absent. “What’s up?”
“We need to talk,” Osamu said, his voice softer than usual, his gaze flicking between Komori and the path ahead. It wasn’t the typical tone Osamu used, and it sent a small jolt of anxiety through Komori.
Suna, who was always the more relaxed one, was unusually quiet. He glanced at Osamu before looking back at Komori, his eyes serious and unreadable. Komori felt a lump form in his throat. Something about the atmosphere had changed, and the familiar warmth he usually felt around them seemed to be replaced by an almost palpable tension.
“Okay… what’s going on?” Komori asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like this conversation, but he was ready to face whatever it was.
Osamu exchanged a look with Suna before speaking again. “Komori, the truth is… we’ve both been feeling something for you. For a long time now. Something more than just friendship.”
Komori blinked, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected this. At all. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His eyes flickered between the two of them, trying to process what they had just said.
Suna’s voice, usually teasing and lighthearted, was now soft and earnest. “We didn’t want to make things complicated, but… it’s not something we can keep ignoring anymore.” He paused, his gaze locked on Komori’s. “We’re in love with you, Komori. Both of us.”
The words hung in the air, and Komori felt his world tilt. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. He had heard the words, but they felt almost surreal. In love with him? Both of them?
His heart was racing, and his mind was spinning. He hadn’t seen this coming. He had always sensed a deeper connection with both Osamu and Suna, but this—this was something different, something that had never been voiced before. He had no idea what to say, what to think.
“I—” Komori started, but his voice faltered. “I didn’t know... you two felt that way about me.”
Osamu gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “We’ve been trying to keep it under wraps, not wanting to complicate things between us. But it’s getting harder to ignore. We’re not going to hide it anymore, Komori. We care about you... in ways we can’t pretend aren’t there.”
Suna’s usually playful eyes were now softer, more vulnerable. He took a small step closer to Komori, his gaze never leaving his. “We’ve been... waiting for you to notice. Waiting for you to feel the same. But even if you don’t, we couldn’t keep pretending it was nothing. We care too much.”
Komori’s chest tightened. The words were so unexpected, so raw, and yet they felt like they made sense. He had always known they were special to him, but he had never allowed himself to consider this possibility. Now, as he stood there, facing both of them, he couldn’t deny the pull in his heart. The way they made him feel. The way their presence had always comforted him.
“Are you saying… you both love me?” Komori asked, his voice quieter now, his heart racing. He was still trying to process it all, but the idea was starting to take root in his mind. They had always been so close, but this felt like a whole new level. A level that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. But at the same time, he felt a deep, undeniable connection with them.
Suna nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. I guess we’ve both been kind of… obvious, huh?”
Osamu, usually the more reserved one, was looking at Komori with an intensity that made Komori’s breath hitch. “We’re not asking for anything, Komori. We’re just telling you the truth. If you don’t feel the same way, we’ll understand. But we needed you to know.”
Komori felt his chest swell with emotion. The sincerity in their voices, the vulnerability in their eyes, it was almost too much for him to handle. He had never been on the receiving end of such raw honesty, especially from the two people who meant so much to him.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” Komori admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never thought about it like this before, but I’ve felt something. I just didn’t know how to put it into words.”
Osamu’s eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his presence gentle yet firm. “You don’t have to say anything right now. We just wanted to make sure you knew. No pressure, Komori. We care about you no matter what.”
Suna, who had been quiet for a moment, smiled warmly, his usual teasing edge gone. “We’re not going anywhere, no matter what. So take your time.”
Komori stood still for a long moment, taking it all in. His mind was swirling, but one thing was clear: he didn’t want to lose them. He didn’t want to run from this, whatever it was. The thought of losing them, of walking away from the bond they shared, hurt more than he could express.
After what felt like an eternity, Komori finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I feel the same way.”
Osamu’s eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face, while Suna’s grin returned, softer but just as bright.
“You do?” Suna asked, almost in disbelief. “Do you really feel the same?”
Komori nodded, his heart swelling with relief and joy. “Yeah. I do. I didn’t realize it until now, but… I don’t want to lose you two. You mean everything to me.”
The three of them stood there, the cool night air swirling around them, and for the first time, Komori felt like everything was falling into place. The bond they shared was strong—stronger than he had ever realized.
Without another word, Osamu stepped forward, gently cupping Komori’s face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. Suna moved closer too, standing beside Komori with a soft smile. Together, they were united in this moment, their feelings finally out in the open.
As Osamu leaned in to kiss him, Komori’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way to Osamu’s and Suna’s, holding on tightly. It wasn’t the end of something—it was just the beginning.
And for the first time, Komori felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.