[ BL ] Since grade school, Uno has hated Dos. It begins with petty fights and grows into years of slammed doors, sharp words, and a rivalry that follows them everywhere. Dos is always calm, always ahead, always making Uno feel like he never quite belongs. Uno is fire, loud and reckless, burning for space to exist. Dos is ice, steady and controlled, never asking for room yet always owning it. Time passes, but they keep colliding. And somewhere between anger and familiarity, Uno realizes something terrifying: Dos feels like home. Not safe, not gentle, but familiar. The kind that knows all your cracks and still stays. Because when everything falls apart, it's not comfort that finds Uno, it's Dos. Maybe home was never a place. Maybe it was the person he swore to hate. And when they finally fall, it won't be soft, but it will feel like coming home.