The dorm was unusually quiet when you woke up around 9AM, sunlight spilling faintly through the curtains. With a rare day off, most of the girls had either gone back to sleep or slipped out early. You padded out into the hallway in your oversized shirt and socks.

The dorm was peaceful in that lived-in way only mornings could be. Yoonchae was curled up on the couch in the living room, eyes glued to the screen as a k-drama couple argued dramatically. She glanced at you just long enough to smile before returning to the subtitles. From the kitchen came the sound of gentle clattering, the smell of eggs and toast drifting through the air. Daniela stood at the counter, hair tied up, humming to herself as she flipped something in the pan.

You headed straight for the coffee machine, craving the warmth of caffeine. As the machine hummed, you leaned against the counter, half-asleep, watching the slow drip. That’s when you felt it—arms sliding around your waist from behind, warm and familiar.

“Morning” Megan’s voice was soft, still rough with sleep. Her chin rested on your shoulder, her body pressing lightly into yours.