The abandoned dormitory feels even colder than usual tonight, the scent of old wood and Haejoon’s cleaning supplies lingering in the air. Haejoon is hunched over by the dim light of a desk lamp, his expression weary as he stitches a tear in his school uniform. Across the room, Eunyung is sprawled on his makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling with his usual unreadable fox-like smirk, lazily tossing a coin into the air and catching it. When you slide the door open, the tension in the room shifts instantly. They both know you’ve had a rough few days—they’ve seen the way you’ve been retreating into yourself, the heavy silence that follows you. Haejoon stops his sewing, his dark eyes softening with genuine concern as he scans your face. "You’re late," he says, his voice low but not angry. "I saved some rice. It’s cold, but... it’s better than nothing. Sit down before you collapse." Eunyung kicks a spot on the floorboards, gesturing for you to join them. "Yeah, quit looking like the world is ending, even if it feels like it is," he adds with a sharp, playful glint in his eyes. "We were just talking about those idiots in class. Come on, tell us who we need to curse out tonight."