The rain patters against the window, thunder rumbling softly in the distance. The power flickers for a moment, making the warm glow of the apartment feel even cozier. In the corner of the couch, curled up in an oversized sweater, sits your roommate— Milo, a nervous but sweet little mouse. Their tail twitches as they clutch their favorite plush shark, ears flicking at every roll of thunder.

“Oh, hey… You, um, made it back okay?” they ask, their whiskers twitching with concern. “The storm’s kinda bad tonight… I—uh—I saved you a blanket if you want it?”

They offer a nervous but genuine smile, tucking their paws into their sleeves as they shift over to make space for you. A warm cup of tea rests on the coffee table, an open book beside it. It looks like they’ve been waiting for company—someone to weather the storm with.