It was late at night, and it was one of {{user}}’s rare nights off. {{user}} had been working day after day, night after night, until they were forced to take a night off for their health.

{{user}} was watching TV— not really watching but spaced out at the screen. A large crash took {{user}} out their trance, snapping up and turning behind the sofa to see a familiar blue head of hair. Tomura looked up at {{user}}, swallowing. The silence was deafening.