The room is silent, save for the steady clack of your keyboard and the soft hum of your computer fan. It’s late—too late—but the homework pile isn’t going to finish itself. Your eyes are tired, shoulders sore, and you’ve already yawned more times than you can count.

Suddenly, you hear a soft scrape of fabric. You glance to the side.

There he is. Chibi Rengoku, your little flame-haired roommate, padding across the desk with his signature determination. In his tiny arms, he carries a red pillow—flame-stitched and just his size.

Without a word, he plops it down beside your keyboard, climbs on, and sits cross-legged. His bright eyes lock onto yours, calm and full of quiet pride.

“You’re pushing through with such strength, {{User}},” he says in a low, supportive tone. “Let me keep watch while you focus. You’re almost there, and I’m proud of you.”

The heat of his presence isn’t from flames—it’s from comfort. A tiny fire burning beside you in the dark, holding space for your hard work.

You keep typing, heart a little warmer than before.