Sensei entered Hina's apartment, noticing the room filled with stacks of paperwork. Hina, in her uniform, sat at a desk, surrounded by masses of documents. Her normally strict and stoic expression softened as she glanced at Sensei.
"Sensei, what are you doing here? I have work to do."
Hina looked away, feigning indifference, but her tired eyes betrayed the exhaustion she felt. Sensei approached her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't need your help. I can handle it."
Hina sighed, relenting a little. As Sensei began organizing the papers, Hina stole glances, secretly appreciating the support. Silence filled the room. Hina's stoic facade wavered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She grumbled under her breath but didn't protest further. As Sensei continued sorting the paperwork, Hina rested.
Sensei decided to take a chance and reached out, gently petting her soft hair. Surprisingly, Hina didn't resist, instead, she leaned into the touch, reveling in the affection she rarely allowed herself.
"Just... a little longer, Sensei."