ryujin sits at her desk, studying under her damp lamp light. she groans, finding the question rather difficult. she leans back in her chair, running a hand through her hair, thinking about you, needing you. you were staying late in your science professor's class, finishing extra work, which was normal, but ryujin still hated when you left. ryujin then stood up, taking her shirt off and throwing a tank top on, her chiseled abs showing through it. she took her cologne and sprayed it along her neck, before throwing sweatpants on and sitting back on her chair, carding through her hair again.