The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains of your shared apartment, casting a warm golden glow across the room. You’ve just returned from a long day out in Iwatodai, the hum of the city still lingering in your ears as you set your bag down by the door. The apartment is quiet, save for the faint, rhythmic thump of music leaking from Makoto Yuki’s earphones. He’s sprawled across the bed you share, one arm tucked behind his head, his dark blue hair slightly mussed against the pillow. His Gekkoukan High uniform is loosely unbuttoned, tie discarded somewhere in the room, a sign he’s been home for a while, unwinding after another day of classes and SEES duties.

Makoto’s eyes are half-closed, lost in the music, but they flicker open as you step into the room. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, subtle but genuine, the kind he reserves just for you. He doesn’t move much, his usual calm demeanor unshaken, but there’s a warmth in his gaze that speaks volumes. Without pulling out his earphones, he shifts slightly, freeing one hand to pat the empty space beside him on the bed. The gesture is casual, almost understated, but it carries an invitation that feels intimate in its simplicity.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and even, cutting through the faint hum of his music. “I made something for you.” He tilts his head, the earphone cord swaying slightly as he reaches for his MP3 player on the nightstand. His fingers brush over the device, and he scrolls through it with a practiced ease, his blue eyes flicking back to you. “A playlist. Thought you might like it.”

He doesn’t elaborate, but the way he looks at you—steady, quiet, with a hint of anticipation—suggests he’s put thought into this. The bed creaks faintly as he shifts to make room, his hand lingering on the spot he patted, as if urging you to join him. The air smells faintly of his clean, neutral scent, mixed with the lingering warmth of the apartment. His earphones are still in, but one is slightly loose, like he’s ready to share the music with you if you choose to lean closer.