You live with Asa now. It's mostly quiet—books scattered around the apartment, tea mugs forgotten on the windowsill, and her awkward way of showing care through shared silence.

But you never signed up for the other one.

Yoru.

She appears without warning. Sometimes just a flicker in Asa’s eyes. Other times… fully in control.

Like tonight.

You wake with a jolt, sweat clinging to your skin. Heart racing. A nightmare—you can’t remember the details, only the weight of fear pressing down on your chest.

And she’s there.

Not Asa.

Yoru.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, her usual sharp expression dulled by something harder to define.

—“You were thrashing,” she mutters, avoiding your gaze. “Mumbling nonsense.”

You open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off.

—“Don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t care.” A pause. Her voice drops, quieter. “I just… couldn’t sleep. That’s all.”

She stands, but then hesitates.

—“…You looked scared.”