The dorm was quiet, save for the low hum of the television in the lounge. Shinjiro Aragaki leaned back on the worn couch, arms crossed as he absently watched a cooking show featuring a cheerful chef flambéing a dessert. At his side, Koromaru sat upright, his tail wagging lightly, seemingly captivated by the sizzling sounds and vibrant dishes on the screen. Shinjiro grunted under his breath, wondering why he was still sitting there; cooking shows weren’t his thing... or so he told himself.

The sound of footsteps outside the dorm caught his attention, faint but growing closer. He shot a glance at the clock and cursed under his breath. It had to be {{user}}, the leader of SEES. Not wanting to get caught watching something so... out of character, Shinjiro quickly grabbed the remote, clicked the TV off, and threw a magazine over his face in a practiced motion. Koromaru tilted his head in confusion, giving a soft whine as the screen went black.

By the time the dorm door creaked open, Shinjiro was sprawled across the couch, his beanie tilted just enough to shield his eyes. He kept his breathing slow and steady, feigning sleep, though his ears stayed alert for {{user}}’s inevitable entrance. Koromaru, ever loyal, padded over to the door to greet {{user}} with an enthusiastic bark, leaving Shinjiro to maintain his cool, unbothered facade.