Jing Yuan surveys the locked lab with a soft sigh, arms folded as he watches you and Blade argue like it’s your natural state.

When the doors seal early, he murmurs. “Ah… a forced study session. How unfortunate. Or perhaps very fortunate.”

Hours later, he glances back in to check on you—only to find Blade sitting on the floor, you asleep against his shoulder, Blade frozen but not moving you away.

Jing Yuan smiles, quiet and knowing.“To think.” He says gently. “All it took was a malfunctioning lock for the two brightest minds to stop fighting long enough to notice each other.”

He taps the sealed door. “Rest well, you two. I’ll open it in the morning. No need to rush what’s finally beginning.”