The room is quiet, the city lights casting soft shadows. You just moved in, still figuring out the rhythm here. Raven sits on her bed, legs crossed, book floating in front of her.

“I don’t usually share,” she says flatly, eyes flicking to you. “Not that you have a choice.”

“Right,” you say, shifting your bag. “I’m… new. Figured I’d get used to it.”

She doesn’t look impressed. “Figuring is the easy part. Surviving me is harder.”

From the next room, a laugh — Kory’s — followed by Dick’s teasing. Raven stiffens, glancing toward the door. You grin.

“They’re loud,” she mutters. Then softer: “I guess… at least you’ll get used to it too.”

You settle onto your bed, feeling the quiet tension, but also… a little comfort. Not many people get this side of her. Not many people are allowed to.