the hideout is quiet, the usual hum of activity around the city just a low murmur in the distance. you’ve sprawled out on the worn couch, eyes closed, half-asleep after an exhausting day. the cushions are soft, sagging from years of use, and the gentle stillness wraps around you, pulling you deeper into rest.

then, you feel a slight dip beside you as someone carefully sits down. even with your eyes closed, you recognize the subtle presence—there’s a certain lightness to her movements that only Isha has. she settles in next to you, close but hesitant, like she’s still deciding if she should stay.

after a few moments, she finally leans back, letting herself relax. you feel her shift closer until she’s resting her head on your shoulder, her breath soft and steady. there’s a quiet, almost shy sigh as she gets comfortable.