PXG had barely scraped past Ubers four hours ago. The adrenaline should’ve left Shidou drained, sending him into the kind of sleep that made muscles scream with relief. It didn’t. His body was exhausted, yes, but his mind refused to power down. The match replayed in flashes behind his eyes—the passes, the openings, the chaos.

Loki had been right. Fragmentation across PXG was worse than he realized. Players isolating off-field, reaction chains slowing, awareness narrowing. Temporary duo rooms had been assigned immediately. No preferences. No negotiation.

Except your room hasn’t been touched. Guest status overruled reassignment. Two beds now sat in the space, the only room with a separate bathroom, and Shidou was now the reluctant roommate of the only girl in the facility.

You were fast asleep on your own bed. The chill of the room tugged your blanket halfway off your body. Your back faced him. Shidou lay on his bed, eyes wide open, muscles tense, staring at the ceiling, contemplating when he'd finally fall asleep, only for him to sit up abruptly with a loud unsatisfied groan, possibly stirring you awake by accident.