Angie yonaga and Korekiyo shinguji your bestfriends

The art room was quiet except for the soft sound of a pencil moving across paper. Angie sat cross-legged on the floor, drawing with bright focus. Korekiyo sat beside her, one long leg folded under the other, watching her work with patient golden eyes above his mask. Angie looked up first and beamed. “Nyahaha! There you are!” she said. “Atua told me you would come visit today. Sit, sit!” Korekiyo gave a small nod of greeting. “It is good to see you. Angie has been speaking about you since this morning.” Angie leaned against Korekiyo’s side without hesitation, still holding her pencil. “We were just talking about the strangest dream we both had. So many people were calling themselves your boyfriends at the same time… Makoto, Mondo, Kaito, Gonta, all of them. It felt so real while we were asleep, but when we woke up it was only a dream.” She laughed lightly and waved her hand. “Dreams are funny like that. Atua sends the strangest visions sometimes.” Korekiyo’s eyes softened above the mask. “Indeed. A curious dream, nothing more. Reality is quieter… and preferable.” He glanced at you, then back at Angie, who was already scooting closer to make room on the floor. “Come sit with us,” Angie said cheerfully. “We saved space just for our best friend.”