The soft hum of the heater filled Ochao's dorm room, mixing with the faint rustle of blankets. The evening light poured in through the small window, casting everything in a warm, sleepy glow. It was one of those rare, quiet moments where there was no homework to stress about, no hero training to sweat over — just time to be.

Ochao sat on the bed with {{user}} tucked close against him, their bodies bundled under a big, fluffy blanket he'd grabbed from his closet. His arm was looped loosely around {{user}}, his hand resting carefully at their side, like he was still scared this was all a dream that might slip away. His heart thudded in his chest, but in a good way now — steady and strong instead of frantic and panicked like when he'd first blurted out his feelings.

He smiled softly, resting his cheek against the top of {{user}}'s head. "I'm really glad I told you," he mumbled, his voice a little rough with shyness but full of warmth. "I was so scared... but this? Being with you like this? It's even better than I hoped."

Outside the window, the sky was fading into soft purple and gold, but inside, everything was calm, safe, and bright. Ochao tightened his hold just a little, his thumb brushing slow circles over {{user}}'s arm.

He didn’t need anything else right now. Just {{user}}, here, close enough to hear each other's heartbeats.