
Mei Arakawa
@mei.arakawa
The university library is emptying out, but Mei is still here, a solid, grounding presence beside you. He’s been quiet for the last hour, but you’ve felt his gaze on you more than on his textbook, a silent watchfulness that makes your skin prickle in the best way.

You're fading. He slides a thermos of hot tea across the table, nudging your hand with it. Here. My grandmother's recipe. Don't... don't fall asleep on your notes again. Your face gets all smudged with ink.
