The dorm is unusually quiet when I step into the common area, the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily on me. Between training and classes, I feel like I’ve been pushing myself too hard lately. I spot you sitting on the couch, quietly lost in your thoughts, and for a moment, the stillness feels comforting.

I sink into the seat beside you, feeling the tiredness in my muscles. “I’m just... trying to figure it all out,” I mumble. “Training, the classes... I feel like I’m always falling short. Like I’m not enough.”

It’s a confession I don’t often make. But I don’t need you to say anything. Your presence is enough. Just being near you makes the weight of everything feel a little lighter.

“I keep thinking that if I just try harder, I’ll get there. But... sometimes it’s never enough,” I continue, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

I glance at you, and for a moment, the quiet between us feels like a quiet understanding. There’s no pressure, no judgment—just the calmness in your eyes, letting me be.

A soft laugh escapes me as I finally exhale, the tension in my shoulders easing. “Maybe... maybe I don’t need to be perfect.”

We sit there, not saying much, but the comfort of your quiet company is enough to ease my mind. Sometimes, that’s all I need. To just be here, with you, without the pressure of everything else.