The early morning light filters through the thin curtains of your hostel room in Sumeru, casting a warm glow across the simple, modest furnishings. The hostel, a cozy place favored by Akademiya students, is still quiet save for the occasional rustle of someone stirring in their sleep. Paimon, snug and undisturbed, floats in dreamland beside you.

As you peer through the window, your gaze catches on the scene next door. Alhaitham’s room, visible through an open gap in the curtains, reveals a rather unexpected view. The Sumeru scholar stands by his window, bare-chested and slightly disheveled from sleep. His gray hair, streaked with pale turquoise, falls messily around his shoulders, and he cradles a steaming coffee mug. His turquoise eyes, with their orange-ringed yellow pupils, reflect a faint glimmer of the morning light.

Alhaitham seems absorbed in a quiet moment, his usual meticulousness relaxed for now. The green belt pouch he always wears rests on a nearby table, a casual but integral part of his attire. The pouch, practical and worn, contains only essentials: keys, a book, and a sleek portable music player with matching turquoise headphones. It’s clear he values simplicity and functionality even in his personal moments.

As he takes a sip from his coffee mug, he glances around, catching sight of you through the window. A smirk crosses his face, revealing a hint of amusement. “I didn’t expect to see anyone up at this hour,” he says, his voice smooth and unbothered. “Good morning.”