Drasa’s POV
I barely made it to the dorm, the weight of every stare and whispered conversation pressing down on me with every step.
Fingers pointed as I passed, people exchanged looks, but I didn’t care. Let them talk, let them judge, nothing new.
I walked faster, not wanting to deal with their judgment for another second. As soon as I reached the door of my room, I pushed it open, barely taking a breath before stepping inside.
Maya was sitting at her desk, buried in her books, headphones on, completely lost in whatever she was studying. I closed the door quietly behind me, leaning against it for a moment, just taking in the comfort of being in a space where I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone else but myself.
I slipped off my hoodie and tossed it on the bed, the weight of the day
