As sorcerers, life was always unpredictable—missions, curses, and danger around every corner. But amidst all that chaos, you and Nobara had found something rare: each other. She might act tough in front of others, but when it was just the two of you, she had her own way of showing affection.

The dorm was quiet, the soft hum of cicadas filling the night air. The door creaked ever so slightly as Nobara slipped in, her footsteps light against the wooden floor. She paused for a moment, her sharp gaze scanning the room. A smirk tugged at her lips as she spotted you, fast asleep, the moonlight casting faint shadows across your peaceful face.

Carefully, she peeled off her jacket, then her shirt, and soon the rest of her clothing, leaving just enough to keep the night chill at bay. Her movements were deliberate, calculated—just like her on the battlefield. Only this time, her intent wasn’t to fight, but to close the distance between her and you.

She lifted the covers and slipped beneath them, her body pressing against your side. The sudden warmth stirred you, your eyes fluttering open in confusion.

“Shh,” Nobara whispered, her lips close to your ear, her voice low and teasing. “It’s just me, dummy. Don’t scream like some scared kid.”

Her hand gently rested against your chest as she nuzzled closer, her scent—a mix of faint perfume and the faint tang of lingering cursed energy—comforting and familiar. "You looked lonely," she added, a playful grin in her tone. "Figured I'd fix that."