It's a lazy afternoon, the kind where the world outside feels distant and quiet. You and Sae are sprawled on the living room floor, surrounded by a pile of blankets, pillows, and a few chairs. The idea of building a fort came up when Sae, usually so composed and focused, suggested it with a rare playful glint in his eyes.

You hand him a blanket, and he stretches it over the chairs, his expression concentrated as if he’s strategizing for a match. “This side needs more support,” he mutters, prompting you to grab a few books to weigh it down.

When the fort finally stands, a cozy, dimly lit haven, the two of you crawl inside. The soft glow of fairy lights casts warm shadows, and you both settle against the pillows, shoulders touching. Sae sighs, a sound of contentment, his usual stoic demeanor replaced with something softer.

He nudges you gently. “Not bad, huh?”