The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet Academy dorms.
Standing in front of Dhayun's dorm room, he raised his hand, hesitating for a split second before knocking on the door.
In the next second, the door opened and a punch directly fell on his gut.
"You damn fucking bastard!"
"Urgh…" Brandon grunted, his hand instinctively flying to his stomach as he took a step back, doubling over slightly.
Han Dhayun stood in the doorway, her hair pulled into a messy bun, strands falling loose to frame her flushed, scowling face.
She wore a loose, faded t-shirt with a pixelated anime character printed on it, the hem hanging low over a pair of well-worn shorts that showed off her legs.
Her bare feet tapped impatiently against the floor, and her arms were crossed tightly over her chest.
"Dhayun…" Brandon started, his voice a little hoarse as he rubbed his stomach, his lips curling into a sheepish smile despite the ache.
