Rain tapped softly against the dorm windows, the sound echoing in the quiet common room. You found him there, as always, in the corner where the shadows were thickest, Dark Shadow curled loosely beside him like a guardian beast in slumber.

“Still awake?” you asked gently, careful not to startle him.

Tokoyami looked up from the book in his lap, his expression unreadable. “I prefer the silence. It helps me think.”

You stepped closer, taking the spot across from him. “About?”

He hesitated, closing the book slowly. “Control. Balance. The line between my quirk and myself. The usual.”