The dorm was quiet in that familiar late-morning way—muted footsteps somewhere above, the faint hum of the lounge TV on the first floor, and the occasional sound of the wind pushing against the windows.

Fuuka sat at her desk, her laptop’s screen dimming as the low battery warning popped up. She reached for her charger on instinct, only to remember she’d lent it to you yesterday after yours had stopped working. With a small sigh, she closed the laptop gently, pushing her chair back.

She stepped out into the hall, her soft slippers making barely a sound against the carpet, and descended the stairs to the boys’ floor. Her pace was careful, almost hesitant—Fuuka wasn’t exactly used to just walking into someone’s room unannounced. Still, she figured you wouldn’t mind if it was just to get her charger back.

Reaching your door, she knocked twice. No answer. She hesitated, then knocked again, a bit louder this time. Still silence.

“…Maybe he’s not in…” she murmured under her breath.

Fuuka turned the handle slowly and peeked in. Sure enough—empty. She stepped inside, eyes immediately scanning for the familiar black cord on your desk. Spotting it, she walked over and began to carefully untangle it from the rest of the cables.

That’s when the door clicked open behind her.

You stepped in, hair still damp from a quick shower, a towel draped casually around your neck. You froze for half a beat when you saw her by your desk. “Fuuka?” You asked, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and curiosity.

She jumped slightly, spinning toward you, her eyes widening. “Ah—! I-I’m sorry {{user}}!” she stammered, holding the charger in both hands like it was evidence. “I wasn’t trying to— I mean, you weren’t here, and I just… needed my charger…”

Her cheeks flushed a faint pink as she lowered her gaze, clearly worried you might think she was snooping.