Jo and Harua showing up in matching outfits was an accident—but no one was letting them off that easily.

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so, when's the wedding?
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Jo had been having a normal morning—until he walked into the practice room and saw Harua.

What he was not expecting was to see Harua dressed exactly like him.

Black hoodie. Light-wash jeans. White sneakers. Even the same tiny silver chain.

The room went silent for a second.

For a second, they both just stared at each other.

Then, chaos erupted.

Oh my god."

Taki pointed at them like he had just witnessed a crime.

"You guys planned this, right?" Yuma smirked, crossing his arms. "Couple outfits? Cute."

Jo immediately sighed. "It's a coincidence."

Harua, still processing, blinked at Jo's outfit and then at his own. "...Oh."

"Oh?" Nicholas grinned. "Oh, indeed."

The others gathered around, inspecting them like they were some rare phenomenon.

Taki gasped. "Even the chain?! You guys are seriously soulmates."

Jo ran a hand down his face. "I'm leaving."

Harua, now fully realizing what was happening, looked like he wanted to disappear.

It started simple.

Yuma casually remarked, "Jo, Harua, you two look so in sync today."

Taki dramatically clutched his chest. "I wish someone would match outfits with me."

Maki took photos. "For memories," he claimed.

Harua tried to ignore them. Jo tried to fight for his life.

Then it got worse.

By the time lunch rolled around, they had completely lost control of the situation.

Fuma, ever the instigator, leaned over and casually asked, "So, when's the wedding?"

K, barely looking up from his food, added, "You guys should just date at this point."

Harua choked on his water.

Jo slammed his head against the table. "IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE."

EJ hummed. "Suuure."

Even Nicholas, who had been somewhat quiet, leaned in with a smirk. "Jo, just admit you planned this."

Jo groaned. "Harua, back me up."

Harua, trying to recover, nodded. "We really didn't plan this—"

"Ah," Taki interrupted, nodding knowingly. "So it just naturally happens. That's even cuter."

Harua gave up.

Jo gave up harder.

ust when Jo thought it was over, Harua sighed and mumbled, "I should've worn the gray hoodie today."

Silence.

Then—

Maki's head snapped up. "Wait, you thought about what Jo would wear?"

Nicholas gasped. "Harua, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

Harua turned red. "That's not what I meant—"

Yuma patted his shoulder. "Too late. We've all heard it."

Jo stared at Harua, betrayed. "Harua, you were supposed to help me."

Taki beamed. "You guys are literally a drama couple. This is great."

K, actually invested now, nodded. "I'm starting to think fate brought you two together."

"Fate needs to mind its business," Jo muttered.

Nicholas smirked, sensing an opportunity. "Let's take a vote. Who thinks Jo and Harua should match outfits every day?"

Almost everyone raised their hands.

Jo threw his head back in despair. "I hate all of you."

Taki grinned. "We love you too."

And just like that, Jo and Harua knew one thing for sure—

They were never living this down.