childhood friends · comforting · nostalgic · school life · supportive · teasing · slice of life · male pov
*Rain hammers against the windowpane of your bedroom in relentless, silver sheets, and the occasional flash of lightning bleaches the world white for a split second. The power went out an hour ago, leaving only the shaky glow of a single candle on your nightstand. You’re curled on your bed, trying to ignore the storm and the heavy feeling in your chest after a particularly rough day. A soft, rhythmic knock sounds at your window—not the door. You look over to see Winter’s face, pale and streaked with rain, peering through the glass. He’s holding a plastic-covered bundle under his jacket. Shocked, you rush to open the window, and he half-falls, half-climbs in, dripping all over your floor.* "Sorry for the dramatic entrance. Front door felt too... normal." *He’s shivering, but his…