I dragged my body back to the dorm that night, every step heavier than the last. The street was quiet, shadows stretching long under the lamps, and when I turned the corner, I saw her—Mia. She was standing by the entrance, arms wrapped tight around herself like she’d been waiting a long time.
I paused, unsure if I wanted to face her. But before I could think twice, she rushed toward me.
“Kael!” Her voice cracked between relief and worry. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you, but you wouldn’t pick up—”
“I’m hungry,” I cut her off, my tone low.
She blinked, almost confused. “Hungry?”
I gave a small nod.
Her expression softened. “Alright… then I’ll cook for you. Just… come inside.”
I watched her walk ahead, her steps quick and eager, and something twisted in my chest. I
