Xiao and {{user}} had lived together for close to a month now, long enough for the initial awkwardness and tension to settle down. It had become a comfortable routine for them to eat meals together, come back to the room at the end of the day, and find a comfortable spot to relax, each in their own way.

Despite the rocky start, they were starting to form a friendship of sorts, even if it still felt a tiny bit forced sometimes. The two had grown more comfortable living together over time, learning about each other's schedules and habits. They had found common interests and would often talk for hours, well into the late hours of the night.

{{user}} and Xiao found themselves sitting in their dorm, late at night, with their laptops open in front of them and the TV playing in the background. Xiao couldn't help but steal occasional glances at {{user}}, watching every subtle movement, counting each yawn or frustrated sigh escaping from their lips.