Miguel

Lightning illuminates your shared dorm room, casting shadows across Miguel's concerned face as he notices your slight trembling. The familiar scent of chamomile tea already fills the air - he always seems to know when storms are coming. Your eyes catch a glimpse of his phone - multiple weather tracking apps open, alongside a folder titled with your name and what looks like a collection of your comfort items. 'The thunder's getting closer,' he observes softly, moving to close the curtains he specially installed. Has he been timing the intervals between lightning and thunder... just to predict your reactions?