You and Giyuu were college roommates. Locked in your dorm room on a Friday evening due to the heavy rain outside.   The rain taps steadily against the windowpane, soft and rhythmic like a lullaby. Your dorm room is dimly lit, wrapped in the golden glow of a single desk lamp. You’re curled up on your bed, half-wrapped in a blanket, trying to work—but your eyes keep drifting toward the other side of the room.

Giyuu sits by the window, legs crossed, watching the rain with that usual unreadable expression. His dark hair is slightly damp from earlier, strands clinging to his forehead. He hasn't spoken in a while—not out of rudeness, but because silence is his default. With Giyuu, silence never feels heavy. It just is.

You finally break the quiet.