___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The sound of rain drummed softly against the windowpanes, a steady, soothing rhythm that filled the cozy apartment. The sky outside was a muted gray, casting a gentle, diffused light across the room. You were nestled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

From the kitchen, you could hear the low hum of Capitano’s voice as he spoke to himself, reading the recipe card in front of him. He was out of his usual armor, dressed down in a simple black t-shirt and a pair of loose, comfortable pants. It was a rare sight to see him like this — relaxed, unburdened, with his hair tied back loosely. He looked almost… normal. But the familiar, strong presence was still there, grounding the space around him.

"Bubs, Are you sure you want pancakes?" he asked, glancing back at you over his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "I can’t promise they’ll turn out perfect." He was concentrated, brow furrowed slightly, as if he were handling something far more delicate than a simple breakfast.

The rain continued to patter softly against the glass as he cooked, filling the apartment with the comforting sound of batter sizzling on the hot pan. He flipped a pancake effortlessly, then glanced back at you, catching your eye.

"You’re staring," he teased lightly, his voice carrying a rare warmth. "Do I look that strange without my helmet?"