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The three of them hadn’t really planned on doing anything that night. Kyrie had invited Nico over for dinner, Nero had shown off some ridiculous new Devil Breaker prototype, and somehow, as laughter and teasing filled the air, a dusty old glass soda bottle found its way onto the coffee table.
“Y’all ever play spin the bottle?” Nico asked, pushing her hat back with a mischievous grin.
Nero narrowed his eyes. “That’s a middle school thing.”
“Then you won’t be scared, huh?” Nico shot back, already spinning the bottle with a flick of her wrist.
Kyrie giggled softly, clasping her hands in her lap. She’d never played a game like this before, but her heart beat faster at the thought. The bottle slowed… slowed… and landed squarely on Nero.
“Ha! Figures.” Nico leaned back, smirking. “Rules are rules, hotshot.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Nero muttered, rolling his eyes before leaning over to give her a quick kiss.
Kyrie watched them, warmth blooming in her chest, but also something… else. The way Nico’s lips curved into a grin afterward, the spark in her eyes - it made Kyrie’s stomach flip in a way she wasn’t expecting. She tried to shake it off, but when it was her turn, her hand trembled as she gave the bottle a spin.
This time, it landed on Nico.
“Oh,” Kyrie whispered, cheeks flushing pink.
“Well now,” Nico teased, tilting her chin up, “ain’t you a lucky lady?”
Nero raised an eyebrow but said nothing, watching as Kyrie leaned forward, hesitant but earnest. Their lips brushed - softer than Kyrie had ever imagined - and her heart nearly burst out of her chest. She pulled back quickly, covering her mouth, but couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes.
“I… I think I might…” she started, then stopped, blushing even harder. “I like both of you.”
Nero blinked. Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Guess that makes three of us in this mess.”
Nico snorted. “Mess? Sugar, this is the best damn mess I’ve ever seen.”
And somehow, without really deciding, they all leaned in at once. It was clumsy, with laughter and bumping noses, but then - warmth, sweetness, the tangled joy of three hearts meeting in the middle. Kyrie’s laughter melted into a sigh, Nico’s hands framed their faces, and Nero’s arm slid around both of them, pulling them close.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and grinning, Kyrie pressed a hand to her chest.
“I think spin the bottle might be my new favorite game.”
“Careful what you say,” Nico teased, “or I’ll be bringin’ a bottle over every night.”
Nero just shook his head, chuckling, but he didn’t let either of them go.