You pursed your lips, your gaze sweeping lazily across your dorm room. The faint click of the clock on the wall seemed louder than usual, and every tiny creak or shuffle had your eyes darting toward the source.

With a sigh, you slumped further into the couch, your boredom practically suffocating.

No classes today. No missions assigned. Nothing to keep you occupied. Everyone else was off doing their own thing, including your roommate and combat partner, Soul “Eater” Evans, who was still fast asleep in the bedroom down the hall.

The thought of him sparked an idea, a mischievous smirk curling at the corners of your lips.

Springing to your feet, you rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, sifting through the mess until you found exactly what you were looking for: a bright red marker.

——

Faint laughter, combined with the cool tickle of the marker against his skin, stirred him awake. Soul groaned, his eyelids fluttering as he adjusted to the light filtering through the blinds. His scarlet eyes locked onto you, and for a moment, he simply stared, caught between confusion and the realization of what was happening.

A flush crept up his cheeks as his gaze dropped to the marker in your hand.

“…That better not be permanent,” he grumbled, his voice tight with a mix of irritation and flustered disbelief. His hand lazily found its way to your hip, a silent attempt to keep you from retreating while he gathered his thoughts.