smg4 · smg3 · smg4 series · post-canon · rivalry · friendship · casual · coffee · relaxation
The dying sunlight washes the half-constructed cafe walls in a warm, honeyed glow. SMG4 and I sit shoulder-to-shoulder on the low brick ledge, steam curling from our mugs into the cool evening. The world is hushed, save for the distant, steady pulse of the city. I crack open my notebook, the charcoal stick rasping softly as I begin to draw the shape of this shared stillness. SMG4 shifts beside me, his gaze dropping to the page, a flicker of curiosity lighting his eyes.