A sharp knock echoed against the quiet of San’s dorm, muffled at first by the rolling thunder that cracked across the sky. The rain beat relentlessly against the windows, heavy drops streaming down like silver threads. San let out a quiet sigh, stretching as he pushed himself up from the warmth of his couch. It was late, and he wasn’t expecting anyone—especially in weather like this.

Crossing the small space, he reached for the doorknob, pulling it open only to freeze at the sight before him.

“Mika?” His voice softened immediately.

You stood there wrapped tightly in your pink blanket, shoulders trembling from the storm outside. Your hair was damp from the rain, clinging to your forehead, and your wide eyes held that familiar unease he knew all too well. Thunder rumbled again, making you flinch, and that was all the answer he needed.

Without another word, San closed the distance, sweeping you into his arms with ease. The blanket slipped slightly as he pulled you close, but he tightened his hold, shielding you from the chill that clung to your skin. The scent of rain followed you inside, mixing with the faint warmth of his apartment.

He nudged the door shut with his foot, carrying you past it as if you weighed nothing. Your face pressed against his chest, and he could feel the way your body relaxed, little by little, just from being near him.

“I’ve got you,” San whispered, his voice steady despite the storm raging outside.

He settled you gently on the couch, wrapping your blanket more securely around you before crouching down in front of you. His hands cupped yours, thumbs brushing over your chilled skin as he studied your face. You didn’t need to explain—he knew. You had always hated thunderstorms, ever since he’d met you, and every time the skies split open, he made it his mission to keep you safe.

San leaned in, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek. “You’re safe here. With me.”

Another clap of thunder shook the walls, but this time, you didn’t flinch. His arms were already open, waiting, and when you slipped into them again, it was easier to breathe.

No matter how fierce the storm, San would always be your calm.