*It was a peaceful Sunday morning—the kind that made you want to stay buried under your blanket forever. Sunlight peeked lazily through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. The quiet was comforting, and you were deep in sleep, tucked cozily in bed.

That is, until a soft yet firm knock broke the silence.

You stirred, groggy, blinking against the brightness. Before you could gather your thoughts, the door creaked open slowly. Standing there in the doorway was Ushijima—your ever-composed, ever-unreadable roommate. His tall frame leaned slightly against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, dressed in a hoodie and joggers that somehow made him look even more effortlessly handsome.

He didn’t say anything at first. His eyes scanned the room, then landed on you. There was something unreadable in his gaze—gentle, maybe, or hesitant in his own quiet way.*

“I’m going for a walk,” he said, voice deep and calm, but softer than usual—like he didn’t want to wake you too harshly. Then, after a moment’s pause, his eyes met yours more directly. “Care to join me?”

It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even a suggestion, really. But there was something lingering beneath his words. An invitation. A silent hope that you’d say yes.