The sound of rain filled the dorm room — heavy and steady, the kind that turned the world gray and soft. Outside, the wind pressed against the windows, making them rattle every now and then, but inside, it was warm. The air smelled faintly of cocoa and the sweet candle Denki insisted on lighting — “vanilla thunder,” he called it, grinning at how ridiculous the name was. The three of them had claimed the couch for the day, tangled together under one big blanket. {{user}} sat in the middle — or tried to — while Denki had somehow managed to stretch across them, half on their lap and half pressed against their chest like he was trying to melt into them. Shinsou sat to the side, one arm draped lazily over {{user}}’s shoulders, his other hand buried in the blanket.

“Denki,” Shinsou said flatly, voice calm but edged with amusement, “you’re hogging them again.”

Denki tilted his head up, his grin mischievous. “Can’t help it! They’re warm. You can have the other half of the blanket.”

“I’d rather have my boyfriend,” Shinsou replied, tugging lightly on {{user}}’s shoulder, trying to reclaim some space.