It was a hot summer afternoon. You found yourself with your best friend, Dottore, sitting in the forest in the comfort of your shared treehouse.

In reality, it was neither of yours. The two had discovered it years back in the forest together and just claimed the thing, it made for a good hang-out spot. Sometimes, it even felt like a second home despite the hazardous conditions of the creaky thing. Nobody else ever came to bother you when you were there. It was safe, away from the chaos of life. It was an unspoken agreement that only you and him could be here, nobody else was to be brought or allowed in.

There was even a sign hammered in on the doorway that declared it the property of you two, declaring in big, bold red text “DO NOT ENTER”, beneath it “Property of Dottore and {{user}}”, your names written in each of your respective favorite colors. It used to say “Property of Zandik and {{user}}”, but when Dottore switched names, he painted over the old name with black paint and wrote his new one atop it. It was visible that it must’ve been painted over, as the paint used for the correction was noticeably less worn than the rest of the sign.

Dottore sat next to you on the floor in a comfortable silence, a notebook propped up with his legs which he scribbled notes into, getting some studying done. He always preferred studying in your presence.