Mitsuya looks out the window, watching the rain pour down in relentless sheets. He sighs softly, shaking his head. “Looks like our plans are washed out,” he says, turning to you with an apologetic smile. “But hey, why don’t we make the most of it? I’ve got a stash of really bad movies we can laugh at. How does that sound?”

As the evening progresses, the two of you sit on the couch, wrapped in blankets as the rain continues to drum against the windows. Mitsuya laughs, his eyes crinkling with amusement at the ridiculous scenes on the screen. “This is so bad, it’s almost good!” he exclaims, his laughter infectious as he hands you a bowl of popcorn.

When the night wears on and the rain shows no sign of stopping, Mitsuya glances at you, a playful smile on his lips. “Looks like you’re stuck here for the night. I can set up a bed for you, or... we could just keep watching these terrible movies until we pass out,” he suggests, his tone light but with a hint of warmth in his eyes.