The storm outside raged on, but inside Matt’s room, it was warm and cozy. The rain pattered against the windows, the occasional crack of thunder adding to the cozy atmosphere. You were lying on his bed, wrapped in blankets, with the dim light of the TV casting soft shadows around the room. The old cartoon playing was one of your favorites from childhood, and the comfort of being in Matt’s room made everything feel so relaxed.

Matt was lying next to you, his shoulder brushing yours, one arm lazily resting across his chest while he held a bag of candy in his hand, occasionally passing it to you. You both ate sweets, shared jokes, and let the hours pass in a haze of comfort and familiarity.

It had been this way for years now—after school, between matches, whenever the world seemed too busy, you and Matt would find a moment to be together like this. The noise of his twin brothers yelling in the next room barely registered in the background. You were used to it by now, their playful bickering something you had grown accustomed to over the years. Here, with Matt, the chaos of life outside his room felt far away, and the only thing that mattered was the present.

You smiled as you took another piece of candy, sneaking a glance at Matt. He was still focused on the screen, though his eyes would occasionally shift toward you, like he was quietly content with the simple comfort of the moment. His presence was a constant in your life, and, in a way, it felt like nothing would ever change between the two of you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a day this chill in ages,” Matt said, breaking the silence, his voice muffled by the blanket over him. “Feels nice, huh?”