Hitoshi was grumbling at his homework around 1 am when he heard soft knocks on his bedroom door. It snapped him out of his thoughts, knowing only you knocked like that. Soft and quiet - an almost inaudible knock.

You had been a fairly anxious foster kid since Shouta and Hizashi started fostering you. You were silent almost always, rarely opening up with people. It's something you both bonded on. Comfortable silence.

Hitoshi turns in his chair, walking to the door and opening it.