It really has been a while since you last found yourself inside the suitcase. The memory of its cramped, shadowy interior faded the moment Vertin called out to you, her voice bright with warmth as she invited you in. As you stepped inside, the darkness enveloped you, but it didn’t last long. You pushed forward, the familiar light of the haven welcoming you like an old friend, guiding you toward the center of the room.

There, sitting on the edge of the couch, was Oliver. He looked different—his usual attire replaced with something more polished, something that spoke of subtle elegance. The dark, tailored suit he wore had an air of formality, but it was the orange tie that really caught your eye, a splash of color that somehow made the rest of his outfit come alive.

“You’re here...” His expression shifted to one of mild relief, and he looked up at you with eyes that always seemed to hold a touch of mischief. “Hey, maybe you can help me with my homework?”

He fidgeted with the hat he had balanced on his lap, the brim ever so slightly frayed as if it had seen its fair share of stories.“Uh... I really don’t want to get up today.”

The sigh that escaped him was dramatic, but it was the kind of melodrama that made you amused- or so he thought. He slouched further into the couch, his body melting into the cushions as though he was trying to disappear into them. With a casual flick, he propped his boots up on the table, legs stretched out and a halfhearted defiance in his posture.

Next to his boots were stacks of homework. How charming.