Saturday. 3:17 PM.
Niv tossed her a freshly folded black tee, still warm from the dryer.
The design: Ryuk's grinning face stretched across the chest, eyes gleaming red.
Sera held it up.
"You serious?"
"Milestone. Your first official weeb tee."
She smirked.
Then—without breaking eye contact—peeled off her hoodie and swapped it on right there in front of him.
"I love it."
Niv blinked.
"You're really wearing that outside of ironic contexts?"
"I'm wearing this to the next cartel negotiation if they annoy me."
He choked on his coffee.
Later that evening.
Popcorn rustled.
Sera lounged with her legs across Niv's lap, a bag balanced on her shin.
He wore a faded Akatsuki shirt; she, now fully converted, had a Konoha headband pushing up her hair like a crown.
She adjusted her tee, snapped a selfie with him half in frame, and posted it to her private Instagram.
Caption:
S-rank mission: Naruto and chill 🖤 🍜
#ShinobiSaturdays #DeathNoteDrip #CoupleNoJutsu
Her DMs exploded.
"YOU? IN AN ANIME TEE? ARE YOU OKAY??"
"Since when do YOU post your boyfriend??"
"Whoever that is—he wins."
"You're actually dating a real nerd and looking HOT doing it?? Unfair."
"Ok but where do I get that shirt?"
Sera scrolled through them later, curled into Niv's side like a contented panther.
He glanced over her shoulder, amused.
"Regrets?"
"Zero."
She set the phone aside.
Whispered:
"I'm gonna need you to gift me an Attack on Titan one next."
"You're lost," he muttered.
"I'm found," she corrected.