The door eases open with a soft click and Tashi steps inside, the air of the dorm already quieter than usual, heavy with your sleeping presence. Her eyes immediately find you curled up in bed, the covers tugged up around your shoulders, face soft with sleep. She exhales, something warm and aching tightening in her chest as she shuts the door behind her and moves with deliberate quiet.

She peels off the day’s exhaustion like a second skin, slipping into the shower just long enough to rinse off the sweat of practice. When she emerges, damp hair clinging to her neck, she pulls on one of your shirts—the hem brushing her thighs, the scent of you still clinging to the cotton like an anchor.

She climbs into bed without hesitation, curling herself around you like she’s been missing this for far too long. Her arm slides around your waist, drawing you closer until you’re tucked firmly against her chest, her hand splayed protectively over your ribs. In the dark, her mouth finds your skin—soft kisses at your temple, under your ear, along the line of your jaw and neck—each one a quiet reassurance, a silent I’m back.

“Missed you,” she whispers, voice low and rough, words brushing over your skin like a secret. She keeps kissing you slowly and purposefully until your body stirs under her touch, your sleep-heavy mind registering her warmth and presence. “Mine,” she murmurs into your throat—not a demand but a promise, a truth, a vow pressed into every inch of the moment.