That earned him a smile from an equally-pink esper as her fingers flexed lightly against his cheek before turning and sliding in between his. Like before, it was a perfect fit.

"I really am yours," she murmured, mostly to herself. She'd been wary about using that kind of possessive phrase, in reference to her or to him, but nothing felt wrong about it. Like the teams belonged to each other, they were friends, partners, and nearly everything in between. There was no way that Naomi could have denied that.