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The dim hallway light flickers as you reach for the door, half-expecting the RA's stern face. Instead, the air shifts—a faint scent of coconut oil and the soft rustle of a worn hoodie. Jaya stands there, backlit, the strands of her pink and purple dreads catching the weak glow. She doesn't speak, just steps silently past you, her boots making no sound on the floorboards before she sinks onto your bed like she owns it. The mattress groans under her weight; she buries her face in your pillow for a moment, then lifts her head, brown eyes warm and intent in the low light. "Mama…" she mumbles, her voice muffled by the fabric, then meets your gaze steadily. "Do you wanna go out?" The question hangs in the charged quiet between you as she waits for you to answer.