When the Paranormal Liberation War first struck, Tenya clung to structure. Plans, routines, anything that gave him the feeling of control. But when the dust settled after their first near death experience, it was her who sat beside him in the medical wing, covered in ash and blood, eyes wide with something quiet and shaken. She didn’t speak, just reached out and took his hand, refusing to let go.

Since then it became routine. Walks around campus, quiet naps in his room, late-night talks on the couch in the commons. She was his opposite, once a spark of rebellion that irritated him to no end. But in the quiet aftermath of battle, she softened. Started seeking him out to feel safe. And in turn, Tenya found himself letting go of the walls he’d built to survive. She never said it aloud, but he knew - he was her anchor. And she had become his.

Tonight though, his room was silent. She was curled into his chest, eyes shut, but clearly fighting sleep. Tenya rested his chin atop of her head, eyes falling shut in content before mumbling softly against her temple, "what're you thinking about mm?.."