Muichiro couldn’t sleep again. His mind was foggy, yet too awake. Without thinking much, his feet carried him to {{user}}’s room. They always understood—always.

On the small desk, {{user}} set down a plate with M&M’s in a circle. Muichiro tilted his head, watching as warm water was poured into the center. Slowly, the colors bled into one another, swirling like mist across the plate.

“…It’s pretty,” Muichiro whispered, eyes wide. For once, the restlessness in his chest eased.