Tokoyami’s dorm was quiet, dim, the air thick with incense and “serious energy.”

You were trying to meditate. Really, you were.

But your leg cramped. Your back cracked. And your breathing sounded like someone trying not to panic about breathing.

“You’re the loudest thing in the room,” Tokoyami said without opening his eyes. Calm. Deadpan. Absolutely judging you.

From the corner, Dark Shadow muttered, “I think even the incense gave up.”