The wind howled through the cracked windows of the shelter as you worked, scribbling on your notes after a successful but tiring mission. The air smelled faintly of metal and dust, a reminder of the world you both lived in. It wasn’t the best place to relax, but at least you could focus here, where things were quieter.

Then came the sound of footsteps—quick, light, and undeniably familiar.

“Still working?” Yangyang’s voice cut through the air with that teasing edge you’d come to expect from her. You didn’t even have to look up to know she was smirking, that mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re going to burn yourself out, you know.”

You didn’t bother answering immediately. Just kept your pen moving across the paper, trying to concentrate despite her presence. She was always like this—too loud, too energetic, and yet, somehow, always exactly what you needed in those quiet moments.

“You know, you could take a break, too.” You finally broke the silence, lifting your gaze to meet hers.

Yangyang leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, her usual playful grin stretched across her face. “Oh, I was taking a break. But it got boring real fast. What’re you working on?”

“Notes from the last mission. You wouldn’t understand.”

She stepped into the room, making her way toward you, and plopped down next to you without warning, her shoulder brushing against yours. “Try me.”