Chris laughed as he pinned the tail on the dino, blindfold slipping a bit from Ichigo's excited helping hands. The living room was party chaos in the best way—balloons bobbing from the ceiling, streamers in rainbow loops, a Happy Family Day banner crooked but proud across the wall. Ichigo's surprise party for Haru and Chris had turned into full celebration mode: Mia running wild with him, Aiko chatting with Haru in the kitchen, a few close friends mingling with juice and cake.
Music played low—kid-friendly playlist with some adult throwbacks. Chris wiped frosting from his fingers, hazel eyes scanning happy faces. Debt gone, threats vanished, family solid—this was their win.
Haru caught his eye from across the room, dark brown gaze warm under the paper crown Ichigo insisted he wear. Promotion secure, life good. He mouthed "Love you," Chris mouthing back.
Doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Chris called, weaving through balloons. Probably late guest or delivery.
He opened the door—and froze.
Ryan stood there, tall and broad, dark hair styled, holding a bottle of wine like an invitation card. Smirk sharp, eyes flicking past Chris into the apartment.
"Hey, Iesuke. Heard there was a party. Figured I'd drop by."
Chris's stomach dropped. "Ryan? How'd you—"
Ryan shrugged casual, but jealousy simmered under. "Saw your stories—cute family pics. Thought I'd congratulate in person. We're friends, right?"
Chris blocked the doorway. "It's family only. Invite thing."
Ryan's smile didn't waver, but eyes hardened. "Come on. One drink. Your boyfriend won't mind sharing you for five minutes."
Haru appeared behind Chris, sensing tension. "Everything is good?"
Ryan's gaze shifted, sizing Haru up—button-up sleeves rolled, crown tilted, protective stance clear. "You must be the famous Haru. Nice place. Cozy family vibe."
Haru's voice low, firm. "Arigatou. Party's private. Appreciate the thought, but—"
Ryan cut in, smirk edging bitter. "Right. Private. Chris mentioned you in class—sounds intense. Kid, job, all that. Must keep him busy."
Chris stepped forward. "Ryan, leave. Now."
Ryan's jealousy flashed raw. "Why? Scared I'll show him what he's missing? College fun, someone his age who gets it?"
Haru arm around Chris's waist, voice steel. "He's not missing anything. Time to go."
Guests quieted, sensing drama. Aiko appeared, Mia and Ichigo peeking curious.
Ryan laughed cold. "Fine. Keep playing house. When it gets boring, Chris—you know where to find real fun." He set the wine on the hall table, turned, left.
Door shut firm. Silence heavy second, then Ichigo: "Who bad man?"
Chris knelt, hugging him. "Just wrong door, buddy. Party on!"
Music up, games resume—tension diffused for kid's sake. But Haru and Chris shared look—rival crossed big line.
Later, kids asleep (Mia crash at Aiko's), guests gone. Living room cleanup slow, lights low.
Chris sighed. "Ryan's jealousy ugly. Crashed our day."
Haru pulled him close. "Ignored him. Day still perfect—thanks to you and Ichigo."
Chris leaned in. "Make it better?"
Kiss started soft—relief deep. Turned heated quick. Chris pushed Haru to couch, straddling lap. Tongues urgent, breaths ragged.
Shirts shed—Chris's tee yanked, Haru's button-up tossed. Skin met hot, slim pressing medium. Haru's mouth neck—sucking marks claiming, washing rival away. Chris arched, gasp breathy, grinding hard.
Pants undone impatient, pushed away. Bare, sweat-slick. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping firm, stroking rhythm rolls. Chris bucked wild, moans soft, legs tight.
Haru's free hand pinned wrist gentle, deepening friction. Pleasure coiled intense—eyes locked, hazel possessive fire, brown burning love. Whispers: "Only us," Chris panted; "Forever," Haru growled low.
Climax crashed shared—Chris tensing beautiful, release spilling hot muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering deep.
Tangled after, breaths evening. Chris smiled lazy. "Rival crashed—failed hard."
Haru chuckled, kissing temple. "We win."
Morning routine: pancakes, giggles retelling party. Ryan blocked on socials, reported to advisor for boundary cross.
Jealous crash fizzled—family love unbreakable.