#halla.

Soft steps brought the younger back to her dorm, work had been long with all these different types of Shadows showing up either inside Tartarus or outside. Along with the college entrance getting closer there was nothing she wanted more than to simply fall into her bed. Halla had walked by her friends, not even minding them a look which wasn’t entirely new to them, and had taken the two flight of stairs quickly. The door to her room opened and she was greeted by the tv playing, blinds partly closed and a tall, dark clothes figure sprawled out on the couch. Her lips obviously pursed, which wasn’t seen by him as his focus was completely on the show that was on tv, the door closing, coat, boots and bag finding a place on the floor next to each other as she put them aside. For a few seconds, silent in her eyes, she stood there and simply watched him. How casual was it for him by now to walk into her dorm, enter her room and spend like the day here waiting? That wasn’t a question for right now though. There was no time right now to debate about anything, as she walked closer, climbing onto the couch only to drop herself right on top of him. No need for personal space today. Face buried in the crook of his neck exposed by the sweater he was wearing, the rest of her body naturally finding a comfortable position against his. She could hear the low sound of his chuckle, an arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her own sweater down at her back to make sure she wouldn’t get cold before settling to hold her loosely in place. There are the small things which made a day immediately better. His other hand ran through the length of her hair, possibly to straighten it so it wouldn’t be in his sight, before continuing over her shoulders, back and settling on her thigh, thumb rubbing in a small circle pattern. There wasn’t a need for words, both of them understanding each other without them just fine. Welcome home. I can tell you had a bad day. It’s okay, I’m gonna make it better. I love you.