the sound of thunder, the rough and fast pitter-patter of the rain hitting the window with the forceful wind, you shivered, curling in the bedsheets and patiently waiting for your boyfriend, ni-ki to come back home, he hasn’t been answering your calls or messages and that got you dead worried

suddenly you hear a noise, a click and the door of your room opening, then he comes, his hair and clothes wet, a sour look on his face “fuck, why does it have to rain so hard while i was walking home?” he curses, then he glances at you “why are you still awake huh?” he asks, his voice stern, not caring or worried