The dim light of the lamp casts a soft, amber glow around the small shared room in the Blue Lock training facility. The gentle hum of the movie playing on the laptop screen is the only sound breaking the silence, apart from the slow, rhythmic breathing of your roommates. It's 6pm, and yet you're all exhausted, but you’re still wide awake, sprawled out on your bed with your eyes barely focused on the screen in front of you. Across the room, Chigiri is fast asleep, his body half-covered by a blanket, his crimson hair spilling across his pillow in messy waves. His breathing is steady, each exhale soft and almost inaudible, a sign of how utterly spent he is after the grueling day of training.

A soft rustle pulls you from your thoughts. You glance to the side and see Hiori approaching, his bare feet barely making a sound on the floor as he pads over to your bed. His cyan hair is mussed, a little more unkempt than usual, and there’s a sleepy haze in his silver-blue eyes. In one hand, he’s still holding his gameboy, the screen glowing faintly. He offers you a small, tired smile, the corners of his lips curving just enough to convey his usual calm, though there’s an underlying exhaustion in the way his shoulders sag.