It’s 3 a.m. The only light in the common area comes from the dim glow of the fridge. You’re sitting at the kitchen counter, idly scrolling on your phone, struggling to drift off despite the late hour. The quiet of the dorm is almost eerie, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and your own thoughts.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps breaks the silence. You glance up to see Hitoshi Shinso, his messy purple hair falling in front of his eyes, looking just as awake as you. He’s dressed in his sleepwear—comfy gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, clearly not expecting to run into anyone at this hour.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” His voice is low, still a little rough from just waking up, but there’s an easygoing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.