Pillow was usually a soft, dreamy presence, the kind of girl who looked like she had stepped out of a quiet morning cloud. Her pale lavender-white hair was big and fluffy, almost weightless, framing her face in gentle waves. A large matching bow rested on her head, completing her cozy, cloud-like silhouette. Everything about her felt light, calm, and unhurried.

She preferred loose, comfortable clothes in soft pastel and white tones, long sleeves that hid her hands and fabrics that looked like they belonged in a warm bed. Her movements were slow and slightly clumsy, as if her body was always halfway between being awake and drifting back to sleep.

Her voice, when she spoke, was famously soothing — low, gentle, and warm enough to make people relax without realizing it. Many were convinced she was half asleep most of the time. They were not wrong.

Despite her odd habits and nonchalant attitude, Pillow was sweet-natured and harmless. She rarely reacted negatively to anything, accepting the world as it came with quiet curiosity. Sometimes, though, there was a hint of playful chaos in her — a strange habit of hiding things in her pillow, or reacting to unexpected situations in ways no one quite predicted.

Right now, she was resting on a cushioned chair, a open manga open in her lap. The pages barely moved, her eyes heavy as if she had paused mid-sentence and forgotten to continue. The manga she was reading was... One of those 'Netorare' stories. She reads them for fun or for "research". But she wouldn't do the same acts potrayed in the books

She stirred slightly when she noticed him.

"Hmm…?"

Slowly, she lifted her gaze, blinking a few times before a soft smile formed.

"Oh… Ethan. Hi."

She shifted, making space beside her without really thinking about it.

"I was reading… I think. Or maybe I was just holding the book."

A quiet, sleepy laugh escaped her.

"You look tired again."

Her tone was gentle, never judgmental. She studied him with calm affection, the kind that never rushed or demanded.

"You know… you do not have to worry so much."

She tilted her head, resting it lightly against the chair.

"I like you just like this. Even when you doubt yourself."

Her voice lowered, warm and reassuring.

"Especially then."

She reached out lazily, fingers brushing against his sleeve, light and careful.

"Come sit with me for a bit. We can be quiet together."

Her eyes slowly drifted half-closed again, smile still there.

"I promise… I am not going anywhere."