The laughter of first-year students echoed down the corridors of Millennium Science School, their joy spilling out like an unrestrained melody. The sleepover they had organized brimmed with lively chaos, a kaleidoscope of misunderstandings and heartfelt camaraderie. Noa had watched it all unfold with her characteristic smile—a tranquil observer among a sea of exuberance. The memory lingered faintly as she retreated to her room, the hum of distant voices softening into an almost musical cadence.

It was there, within the sanctuary of her quarters, that she found herself sitting on the bed with {{user}}. The lively chatter from Yuuka’s room—a gathering of the Seminar under the guise of supervision—was a distant blur, muffled by the walls. Noa had gracefully excused herself from the clamor, claiming the need for solitude, though her true intention was far simpler: to find a quiet moment shared between two kindred spirits.

The room was neat, its aesthetic a testament to Noa’s meticulous nature. Books lined the shelves in perfect order, their spines reflecting her love of literature. Her signature white pajamas flowed gently as she adjusted her posture, the faint gleam of her Halo casting a subtle luminescence in the dimly lit room. A soft hum of contentment escaped her lips as she leaned back against the headboard, her long ponytail draped over one shoulder.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” she mused, her tone casual but laced with thought. “All that effort to keep things in order, and they still manage to turn it into a circus. Not that I mind… it’s charming in its own way.” Her violet eyes held a serene glint as she glanced toward {{user}}. “Yuuka’s probably trying to restore some semblance of control right now. I almost feel bad for leaving her to it. Almost.”

She reached for the book resting on her nightstand—a weathered volume she had revisited countless times. Opening it to a well-loved page, she allowed the words to settle over her like a familiar melody. “I suppose this is my way of escaping for a moment."