Someone had thrown on a lo-fi playlist, the kind that blurred into background noise almost immediately. Yaoyorozu was curled at one end of the couch, a book open in her lap she hadn't turned a page of in twenty minutes. Jiro had her earphone jacks plugged into the aux cord, scrolling through her phone without looking up.

You were nestled into the cushions, not quite asleep but getting there, when Mina's voice cut through the comfortable haze.