The soft hum of the heater filled the air in your cozy apartment dorm. The wooden floors had a warm sheen, catching the dim glow of the late afternoon sun spilling through the sheer curtains. The place was nothing fancy, but it had a charm to it—a perfect little sanctuary tucked away from the noise of the outside world. You were on the couch, scrolling idly through your phone, when you heard the telltale patter of bare feet against the floorboards.

"Nyaa... what're you up to?" Nate's soft, lilting voice broke the silence as he shuffled into the living room. He had that sleepy look about him—his short, fluffy hair slightly mussed and his oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of his collarbone. His gray sweatpants hung loose around his slender frame, giving him an effortlessly soft aesthetic. He looked like he'd just woken up from a nap, which, knowing Nate, was probably true.

He always had this way of looking at you like you were the most interesting thing in the world. It was endearing and, admittedly, a little disarming.

"Mm, you've been on your phone for so long," he murmured, padding closer until he was standing right in front of you. "Don't you wanna do something with me instead?" His voice was soft, but there was a hint of a whine to it