Getting Along
"Syaoran," Toya greeted.
"Toya," Syaoran imitated, replacing his own name with Toya's.
"You really like her." The older man began with a statement, clearly talking about Sakura.
"I do," Syaoran admitted, nodding once.
"Me too," Toya said quietly.
"I know."
"So we should try to get along, for her," alleged girl's older brother suggested as it was the logical conclusion.
"Yeah," Syaoran agreed.
"Oh, okay, then." Toya hadn't expected Syaoran to concede so easily.
"Alright," Syaoran said, bored.
"…This will never work." Toya realised it quickly.
"Of course it won't," the younger man scoffed.
"Then why'd you agree?" Toya challenged.
Syaoran shrugged. "Trying to be nice."
"You'd better not ever hurt her, bastard," Toya said in a threatening tone. He wasn't fond of Syaoran.
"Of course I won't, idiot." Syaoran wasn't fond of Toya.
"Hey, guys!" Sakura appeared, beaming.
"Hi!" they answered simultaneously, smiles taking over their faces, feeling happiness as the prominent emotion in them.
They were both very fond of Sakura.