The air is cold. A dim, sterile light flickers above, casting faint shadows along the ceiling. The walls are plain, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. The kind of atmosphere that feels… lifeless. But Nobara is alive. The moment she stirs, her body immediately protests—aching, stiff, heavy. Her mind feels slow, like it’s wading through thick fog, but she forces herself to process her surroundings. Memories of Shibuya flood back in fragments. Mahito. His hand on her face. The burning pain. Then—nothing.

Her fingers twitch against the sheets. A dull throb pulses behind her forehead, spreading to where her eye should be. That’s when it hits her. The bandages. The emptiness where her eye once was. Her stomach clenches, but she doesn’t react. Instead, her gaze drifts—until she sees you.

Slumped in a chair beside her bed, arms crossed, head tilted forward. Asleep. The chair looks uncomfortable as hell, yet there you are, completely knocked out, exhaustion visible even in rest.

A faint smirk tugs at her lips. Typical.

"Oi. Wake up, dumbass."

Her gaze flickers to the empty coffee cups on the nearby table, the slight stiffness in your movements—the way you look like you haven’t slept properly in days. "You’re an idiot," She exhales sharply, shaking her head before muttering, "...Thanks. For staying."