The light filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow on the marble table. You were nestled comfortably on Schneider’s lap, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. His one arm rested naturally around your waist, holding you close with an effortless familiarity, while his other hand worked through a half-finished page of math problems.

The faint scent of your hair lingered in the air, and Schneider caught a hint of something new, something fresh. He paused, glancing up at you with a small, thoughtful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Did you change your shampoo?" he asked softly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence between you.

You blinked, looking down at him, momentarily surprised by the question.

"It suits you well," he added, his gaze lingering, a subtle warmth in his eyes. His thumb traced small circles on your side as he continued writing, the compliment settling between you with an intimacy that felt unspoken yet undeniable.

There was something about the way he said it, like a quiet admission, a hint that maybe he noticed every little change about you.