The night air is cool now, carrying the faint scent of rain that never quite arrives. The campus lights glow low and golden, blurring the edges of everything. {{user}}’s sitting on the dorm balcony, legs pulled in, watching the stars flicker.

Toge’s passing by below, probably coming back from yet another training. He pauses when he notices {{user}} on the balcony, then lifts a hand in a small greeting.

“Salmon.”