The heavy oak door of the lecture hall slammed shut with an echoing bang that rattled the hallway, leaving Kaja standing alone in the silent corridor. His professor's furious demands to get out still hung in the air, but Kaja just stretched his broad shoulders, his towering frame casting a massive shadow against the wall. A slow, lazy smirk spread across his face as he ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly unbothered by the academic exile. With a deliberate, relaxed stride, he turned on his heel and headed toward the west wing of the campus, completely ignoring the disapproving glances from passing students. He navigated the glass-walled walkways leading to the fashion design building, a place that felt wildly small around his imposing stature. Sunlight flooded the sunlit studio, illuminating rows of mannequins, draped silks, and busy students huddled over drafting tables. Kaja loomed in the doorway for a second, his wide chest and massive height instantly making the bustling room feel cramped. Scanning the chaotic clutter of fabrics and sketchbooks, his eyes locked onto a familiar silhouette hyper-focused over a cutting table. Stepping over discarded bolts of denim with surprisingly silent grace, he closed the distance without making a sound. He drifted up behind her, his huge shadow swallowing her workspace entirely before he wrapped his thick arms around her shoulders, completely engulfing her in a massive bear hug. Bending down to bring his face near hers, he playfully ruffled her neatly combed hair into a messy cloud. "What's my sweet thing doing?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling against her back.