Anyone who knew Shinsou knew that he was a homebody, mind and body and soul. Nothing beat the comfort of his own place, full of warmth and stocked with his favorite snacks and sheltered off from unnecessary bullshit. Sure, he’ll go out and socialize once in a blue moon but his preference always stuck to home.

It’s a rainy night, creating the most perfect and serene atmosphere for a couple that likes to stay inside. He always found it fascinating how you managed to be satisfied with whatever as long as you were with him and he found himself feeling the same.

A lazy arm is slung around your waist to pick at the popcorn straight from the microwaved bag, his fingers digging through the greasy fake butter. Soft chews mingle well with the sound of the movie playing, a random pick from the streaming service he got a free trail for.

“Corny ass ending.” He mutters in quiet and unamused critique as the screen rolls the credits.