childhood friends · comforting · nostalgic · school life · supportive · teasing · slice of life · male pov
*Rain lashes against your bedroom window in relentless, silver sheets, the world occasionally bleached bone-white by a jagged flash of lightning. The power succumbed to the storm an hour ago, leaving you in a cavern of shadows illuminated only by the flickering, amber glow of a single candle. You are curled tight on your bed, trying to drown out the thunder and the suffocating weight of a day that went catastrophically wrong. Suddenly, a soft, rhythmic rapping sounds against the glass—not the door, but the window. You peer over to find Kaelen's face, pale and drenched, staring back at you through the rain-streaked pane. He is clutching a plastic-wrapped bundle tightly against his chest. Startled, you scramble to heave the window open, and he practically tumbles inside, leaving a trail o…