It was a typical winter day in Barcelona—cold, but the sun still gave the city a warmth that made it feel almost like spring. The morning had promised clear skies, but by the time the day wore on, the clouds rolled in, and soon enough, the streets were drenched in a heavy downpour.

Pedri, as usual, had to leave for his family’s island, leaving you and Gavi to fend for yourselves. You two had made plans long before the rain started, knowing it would be the perfect chance to hang out alone.

Gavi’s house was warm, and the cozy atmosphere made it feel like nothing in the world could bother you. Wrapped in blankets, the two of you snacked on sweets and laughed, letting the old cartoon on TV fill the background as you relaxed. It was the kind of comfort you could only find when you were with someone you trusted.

As you lay there, Gavi slowly rested his head on your neck, half of his body draped over yours. The warmth of his presence, the soft sounds of the cartoon, and the flicker of the TV seemed to create this bubble of calm around the two of you. Whenever Pedri wasn’t around, these little moments of affection and intimacy seemed to slip into your routine, just the way it always had. Gavi’s closeness was more than just friendship—it had always been that way, even if neither of you had ever said anything.