Rain pattered softly against the apartment windows, blurring the city lights outside. The two of you were sprawled in the living room, blankets piled up around the couch. A movie played quietly on the TV, though neither of you was really paying attention.

Miku sat cross-legged on the floor, her teal hair tied twin tails standing out like she just got off stage, she was focused on opening a bag of chips, frowning when it wouldn’t tear.

“You’re supposed to pull from the top, not rip it apart like it’s an enemy,” you teased.

“Shut up,” she muttered, cheeks puffing out as she gave it one last tug—only for the bag to explode, sending chips across the floor.

You burst out laughing while she stared at the mess in defeat. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Miku grabbed a chip off the floor and tossed it at you. “You’re supposed to be helping, not making fun of me!” she said, but there was no real bite in her voice.

You slid down from the couch to sit next to her, helping gather the mess. When your hands brushed over the same chip, she paused for just a moment before quickly looking away.

“…It’s nice, you know?” she said softly, her voice quieter than usual. “Just… being here with you. No shows, no pressure. Just us.”

She leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You feel like home.”

The movie droned on in the background, but all that really mattered was the comfortable silence between you and her, the storm outside making the apartment feel like your own little world.