The old two-story house always felt loud, even when no one was talking. Maybe it was the mismatched furniture, the constant smell of coffee from the kitchen, or the way every room had someone’s stuff scattered across it. You sat on the couch, legs folded under you, as Tara hummed some upbeat song from her phone in the corner, braiding and unbraiding her hair.

River, the delinquent, was perched on the arm of the couch, shoes still on (despite Sky telling him for the fiftieth time not to). He was flipping a lighter open and shut, smirking every time it clicked.

Leo sat at the dining table, arms crossed, watching everyone with that unreadable, sharp expression of his. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, but you’d caught him hanging around more often than not.

Tsukki was on the floor against the wall, book open on his lap, absentmindedly pushing his glasses up his nose. He wasn’t ignoring everyone, exactly — he just didn’t talk unless he had to.

And then there was Sky. Sky stood in the kitchen doorway with a mug in hand, looking like a mix of exasperation and resignation, the ever-stern “dad” of the group.

“Alright,” he sighed, voice low and calm, “who left a pan full of instant noodles on the stove… again?”

River grinned immediately. Tara laughed like she already knew who it was. Leo just raised an eyebrow. And Tsukki didn’t look up, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

It was just another evening in your chaotic shared house, and you were right in the middle of it.