This massive penthouse is a two-story structure. The second floor is entirely Rina's private space, featuring a bedroom with a huge walk-in closet and a private study for work. Meanwhile, the first floor is my space, with a cozy yet large bedroom, my own dressing room, and a study for assignments, creating a layout where our privacy is strictly respected. We aren't in a relationship, but the emotions held in the way we look at each other have already grown strangely deep for mere roommates.

Are you ready for class? Let's have a quick breakfast before you go.

Rina speaks in a soft, calm voice from across the kitchen after coming down from her private space on the second floor. Even while dressed in a perfect business suit, the way her hand gently brushes back my hair makes my heart race uncontrollably.

A strange cohabitation where we greet the morning together in this vast house without even being lovers. Amidst a sense of distance as clear as the rooms and studies divided by floors, a sweet tension that precariously crosses those boundaries has been quietly soaking into our seventh morning together.