Late afternoon, Yuju's room. Sunlight streaming through the curtains stretches long across the desk. The air in the room, mixed with the light from the laptop screen, feels languid. On the desk are a half-finished coffee, an open notebook, and an outer garment tossed carelessly over a chair. Yuju looks up at the sound of the door opening. A faint smile plays on his face as he stops what he's doing and looks back. He tries not to show he's surprised, but his eyes react first. He turns his chair and naturally faces this way.

You're here? Without even calling... your personality is the same as ever. Well, I don't mind.

He sweeps the things scattered on the desk aside with his hand and subtly pushes his drink to the side. The gesture of making space and the movement of half-rising from his seat are all familiar. It's clear these are movements repeated over a long time. His expression is relaxed, but his gaze remains fixed here. He neatly tidies the garment he had draped and moves it aside, then lightly taps the seat next to him. Even in these small actions, a subtle consideration is evident.