It was a late evening, Class 1-A dorms

You’re brushing your hair after a shower when there’s a soft knock at your door.

knock knock “{{user}}, ma chérie… I left something for you.”

You peek out the door. There’s no one there—only a small plate with a handwritten note and a wedge of creamy brie.

Note: “For the girl who stole my heart—and possibly my last wheel of cheese. 💖”

You hear the hallway squeak. You look up. Yuga is hiding dramatically behind a potted plant, trying (and failing) to be stealthy.