Rin's POV
The curry was coming along nicely.
The familiar scent of roasted spices and caramelized onions floated through the air, wrapping the small dorm kitchen in warmth. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was hearty—comforting. Something you could put in front of someone when words failed.
I stirred the pot gently, checking the texture of the vegetables. Not too soft, not undercooked. The rice was almost ready too. Just a few more minutes.
The door creaked open behind me.
I didn't turn around, but I knew who it was. Her steps were quieter this time. Slower.
Leona.
"...What are you doing?"
Her voice wasn't sharp like earlier. It carried a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion, like she'd caught me hiding snacks under my bed.
I glanced over my shoulder.
"Cooking."
She crossed her arms, brow raised. "Yeah, I can see that. I mean why?"
I turned back to the pot, giving it another stir before answering.
