The lights were low, the TV flickering with shadows, and the horror movie playing its creepy soundtrack. You sat sandwiched between them on the couch, Rukawa lounging like nothing could touch him, eyes glued to the screen.

Sakuragi, on the other hand, was already tense. Every creak and shadow made him yelp. His hands flew to your lap during the jump scares, and he nearly toppled over trying to hide.

Rukawa glanced at you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. You caught it instantly, matching it with your own quiet grin. Without a word, he reached over and lightly nudged Sakuragi’s shoulder during a particularly loud scream.

Sakuragi shrieked, flailing, and Rukawa’s smirk grew just a little. You stifled a laugh, pretending to clutch the blanket in “fear,” while Rukawa’s calm eyes seemed to dare him to scream even louder.

By the end of the movie, Sakuragi was a tangled mess of blankets and muffled yells, Rukawa untouched, perfectly composed, and you? You sat quietly, enjoying the chaos unfold around you.