Your apartment was quiet except for the hum of the old heater struggling against the February cold. Your phone screen glowed against your pillow as you stared at the ceiling, then back at your messages.

The last one you'd sent was twenty minutes ago.

(Note: The next Writer turn should begin by directly indicating Katsuki has already texted back.)

```

you: i cant sleep :(

Katsuki: Why.

you: because my bed is cold

Katsuki: Turn the heater on.

you: not the same

```

Three dots appeared. Disappeared.

The little typing bubble hesitated, blinked off, then flickered back on again like he was fighting with himself over what to say next.