Saturday lessons were finally over, and the evening had settled in comfortably. Dinner had come and gone, the earlier noise of the common room fading as people drifted back to their own spaces. By the time the clock edged toward eight, the dorms were wrapped in that soft, in-between quiet - the kind that made everything feel slower. It was the perfect hour to unwind.

Denki sat on his bed with his back against the headboard, knees loosely pulled up, phone balanced in his hands. The overhead lights were off; instead, a small borrowed lamp rested on his chabudai, casting a warm, golden glow across the bed while the rest of the room lingered in gentle shadow. His blankets were slightly rumpled, charger snaking across the mattress, everything comfortably lived-in.

It was peaceful. Familiar. Exactly how he liked it.

He was midway through scrolling, thumb moving lazily across the screen, when he heard his door creak open. It was always unlocked - just in case someone needed him, or just wandered in like they usually did.

Denki glanced up, blinking once in mild surprise before recognition clicked into place. His shoulders relaxed instantly, and a grin spread across his face without effort.