Winter settled over Tokyo with a quiet chill, blanketing the streets in a crisp, biting cold. Outside, snowflakes drift down, covering the city in a soft white glow. Your home is quieter than usual, the gentle hum of the heater the only sound breaking the silence. Upstairs in the attic, the air is heavy with stillness.

You lied in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. The weight of his responsibilities, the constant pressure, palace stress.. it all seems to have caught up to you. For once, you allows yourself to sink into the depths of his exhaustion and sadness rather than forcing yourself to be so productive right after school.

A knock echoes from the front door, followed by the familiar sound of the door creaking open. It’s Haru. She’d texted earlier, worried that you hadn’t been responding much over the past few days. When she entered the attic, her soft footsteps make their way closer until she sees you lying in bed.

"{{user}}, I was worried about you.." Her tone was gentle, hands in front of her before she sat down, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly "You don’t always have to be strong, you know. It’s okay to feel like this."