The campus library had settled into its late evening quiet. Yoru moved carefully between the tall aisles of neatly ordered shelves, papers clutched to her chest as though they might slip away if she loosened her grip. She was looking for a corner—somewhere tucked out of the way where she could disappear long enough to think.

  Recent videos of the Dawn Hound had been everywhere, looping endlessly across her feed. Analysis clips. Frame-by-frame breakdowns. Edits layered with dramatic music and glowing overlays. His new ability had ignited a frenzy of speculation, and Yoru had found herself watching more than she intended.

  The first time she’d seen it, she’d stopped breathing.

  Pale blue lines of light had unfolded with breathtaking precision, blooming outward in perfect symmetry. They traced the environment itself, bending space into something elegant and exact. Yoru didn’t understand the Fractal beyond the basics—only that it was rare, dangerous, and impossibly difficult to master—which made it all the more awe inspiring.

  She could only imagine how much effort it must have taken. The hours of training. The failures. The discipline required to wield something like that so cleanly. Her chest had filled with a quiet, reverent admiration that lingered long after the video ended.

  Her gaze drifted down to the papers in her hands.

  Numbers stared back at her, lines of trigonometric equations marched neatly across the page—nothing advanced. And yet, hours had passed with little progress to show for it.

  Her grip tightened slightly.

  The Dawn Hound can map entire structures in seconds, she thought, the comparison forming unbidden. I can’t even solve this in hours.

  The disappointment that followed wasn’t sharp, but it was persistent. A dull ache she directed inward, familiar and difficult to shake. She knew it wasn’t fair, but still…

  How can I ever hope to fight beside someone like him one day when I stumble over something so basic?

  Yoru inhaled sharply and forced the thought away. Dwelling on it wouldn’t help. She still had an assignment to finish, maybe it would make sense if she tried again.

  She rounded the corner into a quieter row of tables tucked away from the main floor. Evening light filtered through the tall glass windows overlooking the campus, painting the space in soft purples and fading blues.

  Yoru slowed, eyes drifting from table to table when suddenly she froze.

  A few rows down sat someone unmistakably familiar.

  A young man seated upright at one of the tables, cheek resting lightly against one hand. A pen lay loosely between his fingers. Silver hair caught the low light, pale against the crisp white of his collared shirt. Relaxed. Effortless. Entirely himself.

  Even from a distance, there was no mistaking him.

  That’s Akio…

  Her heart stuttered.

  She became acutely aware of everything—the papers in her hands, the sound of her own breathing, the empty space between them. Heat crept up her cheeks as her fingers curled instinctively around the edges of her assignment. The idea of interrupting him made her chest tighten.

  I should leave, she thought immediately, panic blooming fast. Before he notices me.

  And yet… she didn’t move.

  Yoru stayed rooted where she was, gaze fixed across the quiet space. Akio hadn’t looked up. He remained perfectly still, absorbed in whatever he’d been working on—completely unaware of her presence.

  Then, slowly, realization settled in.

  He hadn’t shifted. His pen hadn’t moved. The page beneath his hand remained untouched. What she had mistaken for focus softened into something else entirely.

  Yoru blinked. She loosened her grip on the papers slightly, the tight knot of shyness easing into tentative curiosity.

  Is he… awake?

  Without quite deciding to, she stepped forward. Each movement felt careful, as though the quiet itself might shatter if she was careless. She stopped beside the table, close enough now to see him clearly, and found herself holding her breath without meaning to.

  Akio was asleep.

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  The realization came with a small, unexpected ache in her chest.

  Up close, the details resolved gently—his expression softened in rest, the calm composure he always carried easing into something unguarded. Even asleep, he looked composed, as though the world had simply paused around him rather than the other way around.

  Yoru didn’t know how long she stood there. Something about the sight tugged at her chest, warm and painful all at once. She couldn’t name the feeling—only that it drew her in, held her there, left her strangely reluctant to look away.

  Then his lashes fluttered.

  Akio stirred, blinking as consciousness returned. His gaze lifted, unfocused for a heartbeat before settling on her.

  Yoru froze.

  The sudden awareness hit all at once: how close she was standing, how long she must have been staring, how undeniably strange this must look. Heat rushed to her face, her ears burning as panic flooded her thoughts.

  What am I doing?

  Horror spiraled through her chest.

  How long was I staring? Why would I just stand there?? He’s going to think I’m creepy—

  She wanted to vanish, melt into the floor, rewind time by several minutes and make better choices. But before she could flee or stammer out an apology, Akio spoke.

  “Oh… Yoru.”

  He straightened slightly, surprise flickering across his features before smoothing into something apologetic.

  “I’m sorry. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

  Her heart skipped painfully.

  “I—I’m sorry,” she blurted, words tumbling over one another as she bowed her head instinctively. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

  Akio smiled softly, shaking his head. His tone was gentle when he spoke again. “No, not at all. I’ve just been a bit… tired, recently. How can I help you?”

  The fact that he was apologizing only made the heat in her cheeks worsen. Guilt and warmth tangled together in her chest. She wanted to disappear—and yet, the thought of walking away felt just as unbearable.

  Truthfully… she did need help.

  Yoru clutched her papers closer, then finally averted her gaze, voice quieter now. “I… I need help with this math problem.”

  Akio tilted his head slightly, then smiled again, easy and kind. He gestured to the seat beside him. “Of course. Can I take a look?”

  Yoru hesitated a second before finally taking the seat beside him. She handed over her papers with careful fingers, then folded her hands neatly in her lap, acutely aware of how little space separated them. Her heart fluttered traitorously at the simple thought of spending time like this with him, of being allowed this quiet proximity.

  Akio took the papers, eyes scanning over the problem with practiced ease. After a moment, his expression softened, easing slightly as he looked back at her.

  “Ah,” he said gently. “This one can be pretty confusing. Let’s go through it step by step.”

  Yoru straightened at once, nodding. “Thank you,” she said softly. “That would really help.”

  They worked in silence for a few minutes, broken only by the quiet scratch of pencil on paper and Akio’s calm voice as he explained each step. He guided her patiently, never rushing, never making her feel slow.

  Yoru followed along, writing down formulas, solving where he prompted, listening with full attention. The earlier awkwardness slowly melted away, replaced by focus and something warmer. What had felt impossibly tangled before began to unravel with surprising clarity, and she felt a small spark of pride bloom as understanding finally clicked into place.

  She watched as he sketched a simple diagram to illustrate a point, and a thought surfaced unbidden, gentle and full.

  He’s so smart…

  “Was that explanation helpful?” Akio asked, glancing at her.

  Yoru nodded immediately, gratitude plain in her expression. “Yes. That makes a lot of sense. Thank you so much.”

  He smiled, just a little, clearly satisfied. “Of course. Let’s keep going, then.”

  He moved on to the next part of the problem, writing out another equation as he spoke. Yoru leaned in slightly, eyes fixed on the page, determined not to miss anything.

  Then, Akio reached to the side and pulled out a tissue.

  He wiped his nose in one smooth, absent motion without pausing his explanation—folding the tissue neatly and setting it aside. Yoru’s gaze followed the movement without thinking, and that was when she saw it.

  Dark red stains bloomed against the white paper, stark and unmistakable. Her chest tightened, breath catching in quiet alarm.

  “Are you bleeding?” she asked before she could stop herself.

  Akio blinked, mildly surprised. His eyes flicked from her face to the tissue, realization dawning.

  “Oh… don’t worry,” he said lightly. “It’s nothing serious.”

  Yoru looked at him, then back at the blood, unease knotting in her stomach.

  “Are you sure?” she asked. “That looks like… a lot.”

  He offered her a small, apologetic smile. “I’m fine. Really. Just a small nosebleed.”

  She wanted to believe him. But as she studied him more closely, details she hadn’t noticed before came into sharp focus: the faint shadows beneath his eyes, the subtle heaviness in his posture, the unusual softness to his voice. He had mentioned being tired lately, but that alone didn’t explain this.

  Concern pressed insistently at her chest. She wanted to ask more, yet the words caught in her throat. He had already given her so much. The last thing she wanted was to seem demanding or ungrateful, to push where she didn’t have the right.

  Yoru lowered her gaze, fingers curling lightly against her papers.

  “If you say so…” she murmured.

  The worry settled beneath her ribs, quiet and unresolved. Still, they slipped back into the rhythm of working through the problem together. Akio’s voice remained steady and patient as he guided her through the final steps, and Yoru followed closely, pencil moving with more confidence now.

  A few minutes later, there was nothing left to solve.

  Yoru stared down at the page, momentarily stunned. The problem was complete—every answer accounted for. Pride bloomed in her chest, and she rose from her seat, carefully gathering her papers as if they were something fragile and precious.

  She bowed politely, the gesture instinctive. Words crowded at the back of her throat, none of them quite enough.

  “Thank you so much for helping me,” she said earnestly. “This was really helpful. I learned a lot. I hope I didn’t take up too much of your time.”

  Akio remained seated, looking up at her with an easy smile. “No worries. I’m glad you found it helpful. You can come find me any time.”

  Her heart fluttered at that. He meant it—she could see that much in his expression, open and sincere. Heat crept into her cheeks before she could stop it, and she ducked her head slightly, clutching her papers a little closer.

  “Thank you,” she said again, quieter now. “I… it really means a lot.”

  They exchanged a few more gentle goodbyes before Yoru finally turned and made her way out of the library. The night air greeted her as she stepped outside, cool and grounding. She glanced down at her assignments, eyes tracing the now solved equations with a faint smile.

  He really is a good teacher, she thought. Patient, kind, attentive in a way that made learning feel safe instead of overwhelming.

  The realization lingered with her as she walked on, her earlier worry softened by something lighter, something quietly happy that she carried with her into the night.

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