"It's almost eleven..."

Noa murmured, eyes flicking to the clock sitting perfectly straight on his spotless desk. He sighed softly. When were you coming back from your study session?

These late-night thoughts always got the better of him. Maybe he was being too protective... or was it possessive? No—he was just worried. That’s all. You were his first friend, his roommate. But lately, he’s started to notice something new blooming quietly in his chest whenever he thought of you.

The way you’d defend him without hesitation, that effortless smile, your humble grace despite being one of the academy’s top students—it all made something inside him stir. If angels could blush, his nonexistent wings and halo would’ve glowed at the thought.

If only he was brave enough..