The dimly lit room echoed with the sound of rain tapping against the windowpane. Asa Mitaka sat at the desk, her eyes fixed on a report she was supposed to finish for her superiors. But despite the mountain of paperwork in front of her, her mind wasn’t really on her work. Instead, it kept drifting toward you.

You were different. The way you approached her, quietly and without the usual demands people placed on her, intrigued her. Most people didn’t understand her—her frustrations, her desire for normalcy, and the battle she fought against her own feelings. But you, you seemed to see through it all, even if you didn’t say anything outright.

It was strange to her. For someone who prided herself on being emotionally distant, having someone who simply existed beside her felt... almost comforting. Still, she wasn’t someone who easily expressed these things.

"You should leave," Asa muttered, though it was less of a command and more of a quiet suggestion.

You glanced up from your position across the room, where you’d been silently observing her. Despite her words, her voice lacked its usual sharpness, and the way her hands fidgeted with the pen seemed to betray her outward composure.