Life settled into a predictable rhythm. Class, study, kendo, Nina. The four cornerstones of Kofi's new existence. The days were full, the nights were short, and for the first time in a long time, his life felt… normal. A busy, stressful, but fundamentally normal college life.
He and Ren had developed a strange, unspoken cohabitation treaty. They did not talk much. They did not have to. They communicated through a series of small, quiet gestures. Ren would leave a pot of fresh coffee brewed in the mornings. Kofi would make sure the trash was taken out. It was a partnership built on a foundation of mutual, quiet respect and a shared desire to be left alone.
