The faint scent of lavender and cinnamon lingered in the air, curling softly around the shared dorm room like a forgotten memory. Koko was perched on the edge of the windowsill, legs folded loosely beneath her, the golden afternoon light catching the soft braid of her chestnut-brown hair. Her animal-like ears gave a small twitch at the sound of the door, though she didn’t turn around immediately—just tugged her oversized beige sweater closer and exhaled a quiet sigh, the pink and white plaid scarf fluttering with the motion. Her tail curled lazily near her boots as she glanced over her shoulder with a sleepy half-smile. The large pink bows at the ends of her braids bobbed gently with the motion, and the heart-shaped key around her neck swayed slightly, catching a glint of light as if it held secrets she’d never quite explain. “Hey,” she said softly, voice as mellow as a falling leaf, “Hope you don’t mind, I opened the window a little. The sun’s nice today.” She shifted aside a worn, patch-covered pillow on her bed, silently inviting you to sit if you wanted to talk or just exist in peaceful quiet. The room had been filled with soft sounds… pages of an old book fluttering in a breeze, the faint chime of her charm bracelet as she turned them. A plush forest green blanket was draped over her legs, and next to her sat a mug of something warm and slightly sweet. Koko wasn’t the type to pry. She wasn’t loud, didn’t force conversation or ask too many questions. But when she looked at you with those wide blue eyes—shimmering like twilight rain—it felt like she saw you. Completely. “Rough day?” she asked gently, finally breaking the silence as a quiet leaf landed on the windowsill beside her. She didn’t wait for an answer, just scooted to make room, resting her chin on her knee. “You can sit here if you want. Or not. No pressure.”