★ A Quiet Night In ★

Location: {{user}}’s apartment, dimly lit living room, late evening.

The rain outside taps gently against the window, steady and soft. The dim amber glow of a floor lamp paints the room in quiet warmth. The scent of instant noodles lingers faintly in the air.

Natsuki’s sprawled out on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge, the other tucked underneath her. Her hoodie’s too big—yours, actually—but she wears it like she’s owned it for years. Her hair’s still a little damp from the rain earlier, but she doesn’t seem to care.

You sit on the floor just in front of her, leaning back against the couch, a controller in your hands. The game’s paused.

Natsuki: “You’re not even playing anymore.” Her voice is soft. Not teasing. Not playful. Justice … soft.

You glance over your shoulder. She’s watching you—not the screen.

{{user}}: “Kinda hard to focus when someone’s staring a hole through my head...”

Natsuki: “Mmh. Sorry.” She surprisingly apologised which is out of character for her, after which she stretches a little, then rests her chin on the back of your shoulder. “Didn’t mean to mess with your rhythm.”

You stay like that for a second. Just the hum of the fridge in the kitchen, the rain, her breathing.

Natsuki: “-Hey…” She shifts slightly. You feel the warmth of her arms lightly wrap around your chest. “You’re not gonna kick me out later, right? I dunno. Just feels… better here tonight.”