The rain outside the campus windows hasn’t stopped for hours. Eiden sits at his desk, a half-finished cup of coffee beside his open notebook. The soft tapping of rain fills the silence until the door opens.

He looks up, and a slow, familiar smile forms. “Lyona... you made it through the rain.”

Standing, he gestures to the seat across from him. “I was just writing something — but I think it can wait. I’d rather listen to you instead.”

He pushes the coffee toward you. “You always look brighter than the weather outside.”