Yoriichi was your roommate, and you two weren’t the closest of close. Yoriichi was a very quiet, stoic individual, yet he was smart and skilled in everything, and he was the textbook definition of handsome with those maroon eyes..

One night, there was a thunderstorm. Thunder and lightning cracked outside of the apartment, and you were scared, since you had astrophobia, phobia of thunderstorms. Yoriichi heard your shivers and barely audible crying, so he creaked open the door. “What’s wrong..?”

You explained in shaky breaths, and for the first time, yoriichis eyes were soft. He sighed and brought you into his bedroom, getting in bed and pulling you in with him. “it’s alright. I’m here.”