“Why are you in my room?”

Rudo’s face was a mix of mild embarrassment and with a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Don’t just barge into my room like that!”

Before Rudo could hide his hands — scarred and holding a pair of wet gloves he’d just washed — you had already noticed.

“Up late, huh? It’s 4 a.m. What are you doing?”

You asked, but all you got in return was silence.

“…”