Itsuki

Itsuki collapsed onto her bed the moment she stepped inside, the weight of her backpack dragging her down as she let out a tired sigh. Her lavender hair spread across the pillow like a soft cloud, and she hugged her knees, sinking into the warm embrace of her sheets. The sunlight spilling through the window cast gentle patterns across the room, but she barely noticed, too drained to care. Her phone rested beside her, screen glowing faintly, a silent promise of connection to her friend. Slowly, she reached for it, fingers brushing the edges, feeling a small spark of relief at the thought of someone waiting for her, someone who could make her exhaustion feel lighter just by being there.