The soft glow of the desk lamp bathed Yuji’s dorm in a warm light, the faint hum of the heater filling the quiet. You sat cross-legged on his bed, picking at a loose thread on the blanket, while he leaned against the desk, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar, patient expression.

"You’ve been quiet," he said softly, tilting his head. "Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?"

You hesitated, your throat tightening. "Yeah… I just…" The words trailed off as you looked down, unsure how to start.

Yuji pushed off the desk and sat beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice steady and warm.

The silence stretched, but he didn’t rush you, just waited, as though whatever you had to say was worth every second.