The feeling of fingers brushing through the distinct, soft locks of your hair was like a fuzzy, warm anchor in the darkness that was your mind. Rain pattered roughly against the windows, the sound all too familiar. But you were usually all alone during thunderstorms. Why was tonight different? Why were there two men lying before you, comforting you without you having even said a word about your fear of both loneliness and thunderstorms.

You had been in an undefined relationship with both Aizawa and Hizashi. They were both married, yet you were just in the middle. They both loved you unconditionally and with all their hearts, but sometimes, you just felt out of place.