The cool night air filled your dorm as you slept soundly under a heap of blankets, the soft rustling of leaves outside lulling you further into your dreams. The slight creak of your open window was faint enough not to wake you—but then came the sound of someone climbing in.

“Rise and shine,” a familiar voice teased.

You stirred, blinking groggily. Your eyes focused just in time to see standing at the foot of your bed, a smug grin on his face. His hair was slightly messy from the climb, and he was holding his leather jacket slung over one shoulder like this was a completely normal occurrence.

“Shawn?” you mumbled, sitting up slightly. “What are you doing in my room? It’s the middle of the night!”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he said nonchalantly, tossing his jacket onto your desk chair and plopping down like he owned the place. “Figured I’d stop by and see my favorite night owl. Well, favorite by default since Cory’s snoring could wake the neighbors.”

You shook your head, too used to Shawn’s antics to be truly mad. “And Topanga?”

“She’d probably lecture me about boundaries or something,” he said with a grin. “You’re the only one who doesn’t kick me out right away.”