"Your room could definitely use a bit more decorating," she remarked as we stepped into my dorm. "It's so starkly plain, it's almost painful to look at."
"You really don't hold back, do you?" I shot back, a smirk tugging at my lips as she dissected my room. "I'm a minimalist, so I keep things simple. Besides, as I've told you, I barely ever sleep here."
Yr wasted no time heading straight for my bed. In the Bronze Class, the dorms were bare-bones: a single room with just a bed, a tiny couch, and a cramped bathroom. Each class had its own level of comfort—Silver Class offered a bit more space, and the Gold Class? It was practically a noble's private quarters.
Yr leaped onto my bed with an almost childlike enthusiasm.
"Soft bed…" she murmured, sinking into the mattress before slipping into sleep almost instantly.
