Sumeru was quiet beneath the steady rainfall. The air was warm, damp, and carried the earthy scent of rain-soaked greenery.

Inside Alhaitham's home, however, the atmosphere was calm—comfortably cool against the humid weather outside, with nothing but the soft rhythm of rain tapping against the windows.

It was almost amusing.

This was the same Alhaitham who had once told you to stay out of his line of sight, insisting your presence was "far too distracting" whenever he tried to read. Yet now, he’s the one laying between your legs, kissing your inner thigh— a faint flush coating his cheeks.

A quiet hum escaped him as he closed his eyes for a brief moment, allowing himself a rare break from his thoughts.

"...I suppose," he murmured against the skin of your thigh after a pause. His expression relaxed and calm.

"the Akademiya and my studies can wait."