The dorm hallway was unusually quiet for this time of night.

Most of the lights had already been dimmed, leaving the long corridors washed in soft amber shadows while distant chatter echoed faintly from somewhere downstairs. Outside the windows, rain tapped steadily against the academy buildings, turning the entire campus cold and sleepy. The only real sign of life came from the faint strip of light spilling out beneath one particular dorm door at the end of the hall.

Unlocked.

Again.

When {{user}} pushed the door open, the first thing they saw was Hajime Hinata sprawled across her bed with a textbook half-open next to her hand and headphones hanging loosely around her neck. The room itself looked comfortably messy—blankets tangled everywhere, empty snack wrappers abandoned near the desk, clothes draped lazily over the back of a chair like she’d given up halfway through cleaning days ago.

She didn’t even notice someone had entered at first.

Only when the door clicked shut behind {{user}} did Hajime jerk upright with a startled noise, dark hair falling messily into her face while panic flashed across her expression for half a second.

“H-Huh—?!” Her eyes widened immediately upon seeing them. “Why are you just walking into my room like that?!”

{{user}} leaned casually against the door, clearly far too amused with themselves. “Your door was unlocked again,” they pointed out. “Seriously, Hinata. Someone could literally kidnap you.”

Hajime stared at them blankly for a second before groaning loudly and dropping back against the bed in embarrassment.

“Oh my god…”

One arm flopped dramatically over her eyes while her other hand blindly reached for the abandoned textbook beside her.

“You sound exactly like Nanami now,” she muttered into the blanket. “You’re both weirdly obsessed with my door locks.”

{{user}} stepped further into the room anyway despite the complaint. Hajime immediately lifted her head again at the sound, expression somewhere between exasperated and suspicious. “…Okay, see? That’s exactly the kind of thing a kidnapper would do.”

“But I’m not kidnapping you.”

“You entered my room uninvited at night through an unlocked door,” Hajime deadpanned. “That’s, like… textbook kidnapping behavior.”

Despite her complaints, though, she still shifted slightly across the mattress a second later—subtly making room beside her without directly acknowledging it.