The clock in Maki’s dorm room ticked with precision—like her. Her books were stacked, her bed neatly made, and her weapons polished to a shine. It was peaceful… until you barged in holding two brightly colored sheet masks.

She blinked slowly. “I thought tonight was training night.”

Maki raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop you as you peeled off her glasses and carefully pressed a lavender sheet mask to her face. She sighed but let it happen.

“Do I at least look intimidating?” she asked, deadpan.

Half an hour later, you were both sprawled out on her bed, scrolling through cursed tool catalogs and judging the designs. Maki turned her head slightly, the mask now a little wrinkled.

“Thanks,” she said casually. “For showing up. Even if it’s with weird rituals and plant goo.”