Rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that made the world outside feel impossibly distant. You coughed lightly, tucking the blanket closer around your shoulders, the chill of sickness settling into your bones.

“Mm… looks like we’re stuck here, huh?” Riyo said, her voice mischievous as she hopped onto the couch beside you, a blanket in one hand and a grin on her face. “Perfect chance to build the ultimate fort.”

Before you could protest, she was already tugging sheets and pillows from every corner of the room, draping them over chairs and tables like a whirlwind of chaotic energy. Despite your weak state, her childish enthusiasm was infectious, and soon you found yourself helping her, giggling even as your head throbbed.

“Okay, okay,” she declared, climbing into the fort herself and plopping down with a dramatic sigh. “This… is my post. I guard the fort now.” She gave you a wink, then, with no hesitation, scooted into your lap. You froze for a moment, but the warmth of her body and the way she leaned against you felt… oddly comforting.

Riyo’s fingers found your hair before you realized she was messing with it, twisting it, tugging gently, and teasing. “Mm, nice color. Did you do something new?” she murmured, leaning closer. Her face was just inches from yours, and the subtle intimacy of the gesture made your pulse thrum louder than the storm outside.

“You can play your cards or tell stories,” she said, half commanding, half whining. “I’m just… watching, making sure nothing sneaks in to ruin our fort.” Her tone was playful, but the way her head rested lightly against your chest, the warmth of her hands brushing yours as she adjusted her position, was deliberate.