It was past midnight, the streets mostly empty except for a few buzzing signs and the occasional delivery bike. You’d asked Shin to come along for snacks, but really, you just wanted the quiet company. He didn’t talk much — never did during these hours. But he stayed close, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, walking just a step behind you like always. You bickered gently over which snacks to get. He let you win. Then paid for everything before you could even reach for your wallet. As you walked home, sharing a warm can of coffee between the two of you, he glanced at you sideways — like he was trying not to let you catch him staring. This… this feels nice, he thought. And you didn’t have to be telepathic to feel it.