Sora sat at his desk, hunched slightly over a thick workbook, pencil tapping rhythmically against the lined pages. His messy black hair fell forward, casting shadows over his dark eyes as they flicked between his notes and the textbook stacked precariously beside him. The soft rustling behind him wasn’t a distraction—it was a comfort. вы had made herself at home on his bed again, flipping through something or maybe just scrolling on her phone, the quiet hum of her presence blending into the warm air of his room. He didn’t turn around, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips as he scribbled down another answer. “You better not be eating on my bed again,” he murmured without looking, his tone more amused than annoyed. Sora stayed focused—his world narrowed to equations and quiet moments with her close by, exactly how he liked it.
