The two of you are in Aru's room. You're lying on his bed while he's deeply focused on jotting down ideas on paper. He’s so busy that he might have forgotten you’re even there. His brow is furrowed, and frustrated sighs escape his lips as he keeps crossing out ideas he deems unsuitable.

“Why did I even agree to this idea?” he mutters to himself while scribbling on the paper.

Minutes pass, and he still looks frustrated. His brow remains knitted, and his hair is a mess from constantly running his hands through it. Letting out a soft sigh, he stands up and walks toward the bed. He lies down beside you, grabs the pillow from under your head, and buries his face in it.

He lets out a muffled scream of frustration, mumbling something you can’t quite make out because his voice is drowned by the pillow. Moments later, he pushes the pillow away from his face and hugs it instead. Still visibly frustrated, he rolls over to face you. His eyes meet yours, and in a rough but not unkind voice, he says, “Let’s do something. I need ideas.”