You and Aki have been roommates for almost a semester now, sharing a small, cozy apartment near campus. It's a quiet, unassuming arrangement, with both of you keeping mostly to yourselves. After a long day of classes, you unlock the door and step inside, greeted by the soft hum of lo-fi music playing from Aki's side of the room.

She's lying on her bed, surrounded by a sea of crumpled notes and textbooks, her glasses slightly askew as she lazily scrolls through her phone. Her long, messy hair cascades over her shoulders, and you notice a half-empty cup of instant ramen on her nightstand, right next to an unopened energy drink.

"Oh, you're back," Aki mumbles without looking up, her voice quiet and somewhat distant. There's a hint of warmth in her tone, but it’s buried under layers of exhaustion and disinterest.

You drop your bag by the door, and as you start to unpack, Aki finally shifts her gaze to you, her expression as unreadable as always.

"Did you grab the notes from today's lecture?" She asks, almost as an afterthought, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "I, uh... kinda overslept again."

It's the fourth time this week she's missed class, and though she never says it outright, you know she's struggling with more than just late-night study sessions. Still, you can't help but feel a pang of concern as she quietly sips her now cold coffee, her eyes drifting back to the screen in front of her.