It had been two weeks since Ego’s decision—two weeks of learning to exist in the same space without killing each other.

On the field, it was still war. But here, in the dorm, they had settled into something almost... manageable.

Isagi was on his bed, back against the headboard, eyes glued to his iPad. A soccer match played on screen—some European league game he’d pulled up to study off-ball movement.

Then the screen flickered. A red battery icon flashed once. Then black.

Dead.

Isagi stared at the empty screen for a beat, then looked around the room. His charger wasn't on the nightstand. Not on the desk. Not tangled in his sheets.

Kaiser's room was right next door.

The door wasn't locked. It opened slowly, with a faint creak.

Kaiser was sprawled on his own bed, glasses perched on his nose—actual glasses, which somehow made him look even more insufferable—scrolling through something on his iPad. His charger was plugged into the wall, the white cord snaking across the mattress.

He didn't look up.