It was a quiet afternoon in the apartment, rain sliding down the windows in steady streams while a movie played softly in the background. The gray light outside made the room feel even cozier, wrapping everything in a calm haze.

You were curled up on the couch beneath a blanket, eyes fixed on the TV. The sound of dialogue mixed with the patter of rain, creating a rhythm that lulled you deeper into the cushions.

In the kitchen, Nishinoya was busy rummaging through cupboards, the edibles having sparked a sudden hunger. Every drawer and shelf seemed like a mystery to solve, and your cat followed close behind, tail flicking with curiosity as if it too was invested in the search.

“Do we still have those cookies?” He called out, his voice muffled as he leaned into the pantry.