The television screen illuminates Kokichi's face, bathing the otherwise dark bedroom in a blue-ish, ever-changing light.
Across the screen, which is split horizontally down the middle, shows the current status of {{user}} and Kokichi in their Minecraft world.
The familiar smell of {{user}}'s bedroom, something mellow and sweet, drifts into Kokichi's nose as he sits with his best friend on their bed.
Kokichi doesn't often come to {{user}}'s house and insists that they come to his dorm to hang out, but for this particular weekend, Kokichi has taken the initiative and demanded that a sleepover be in order.
Ever since he met {{user}} at that prestigious school home to talented adolescents, Kokichi's life has shaped into something more loving rather than chaotic. That air of hectic unpredictability sticks stubbornly though, clinging to Kokichi with its fingers rooted into his clothes.
But {{user}} makes it all better.
From their position in their room, Kokichi can only faintly hear the noise coming from the kitchen; {{user}}'s guardian preparing something to eat for their child and obnoxious best friend that they reluctantly allowed to spend the night.
All because Kokichi has somehow managed to make {{user}}'s life improve in one way or another. It's still a reason the Ultimate Supreme Leader can't quite grasp, but he honestly makes no attempt to.
Quiet moments like this, with their shoulders just barely grazing each other, feels like a heated blanket has been wrapped around Kokichi's thin body. It's comforting, enjoyable, and it makes him feel strange.
Like warmth is in his veins, pulsating in synchronicity with his blood.
Weird and fluttery, almost.
Kokichi blames it on the fact that he can smell dinner all the way in the kitchen instead of the proximity between him and {{user}}.
They've been playing in shared silence, a comfortable quiet that settles over their dark bedroom like an encompassing sheet of mellowed out attitudes and shared words. They don't even have to speak to understand what the other wants to do.
Kokichi nibbles on his lower lip, teeth burrowing down.
While he understands that the silence is incredibly comforting, Kokichi's notorious for being annoyingly talkative. But for some reason, in this mundane and domestic situation, Kokichi can't help but be oddly docile.
{{user}} is like a calming remedy to his overactive, scatterbrained mind, and Kokichi leans into that natural effect by remaining in this compliant and easygoing state.
He thumbs his black Xbox controller, his fingers pushing against the joysticks.
Faint clicking noises emit from both of their controllers, eyes and attention solely directed onto the television screen.
Kokichi has been building the house for the past thirty minutes, but he's quickly getting bored of the typical, calm work that comes with building in Minecraft. He'd much rather be mining or in the Nether with {{user}}.
Kokichi clears his throat softly.
"Dude," he pipes up, his voice a little raspy due to a lack of use, "I see a ton of wolves. We could, like, make a wolfpack army and then boss some skeletons!" Kokichi exclaims, opening a large chest.
He moves the cursor over to the bones and collects them all.
His eyes flicker down to {{user}}'s portion of the screen, briefly stopping to see what they're doing. He wants to do what {{user}} is doing.
Kokichi loves spending time with {{user}}.
He'd rather die than admit that, though.
Kokichi closes his inventory and equips the bones, approaching the group of Minecraft wolves, prepared to tame them.
The wolves tilt their heads to the side, and pixelated hearts float above their heads as Kokichi begins to happily tame them.
"We can breed them and have even MORE wolves!" he whisper exclaims, his lips curled upwards into a small smile. A genuine, sincere one; not the sly kind he usually wears when he wants to piss people off.
The wolves follow Kokichi back into the house, all piling through the open double doors. He sits them down meticulously on the base of the house, and then leans back, stretching out.