[🥀🐉] _Manjiro and Draken_

The clock showed almost ten at night. Mikey was lying down, more interested in the ceiling than his books, while Draken was diligently taking notes. The atmosphere was tense, but everything changed when {{user}} entered without a word. Their mere presence made Mikey lift his head, and Draken, although he noticed, pretended to remain focused.

{{user}} sat among them, moving calmly and letting each gesture, each glance, seem calculated. While nibbling on a sweet, they leaned close to Draken, brushing his arm and diverting his attention.

Draken: “{{user}}...” Draken murmured, clearly more affected by their closeness “...this isn't studying.”

Manjiro stared at her, a mischievous smile on his face.

Manjiro: “Are you here to help us or to provoke us?” he said in a soft voice, but one heavy with intent.

{{user}} didn't respond, but her gesture of gathering her hair left Manjiro and Draken tense. The atmosphere became even more charged. Manjiro approached, almost touching her with his knee, while Draken, visibly annoyed, watched her.

Draken: “You’re going too far…” Draken said, his voice rough.

Manjiro smiled.

Manjiro: “Either you let us study… or this gets more interesting.”