In the late evening, long after the sun had dipped below the horizon, Anna—the student council president—walked back toward her dormitory with light, unhurried steps.
"Hehe… it's the first time I've ever seen him flustered."
The memory made her smile again.
Louis—always so calm, so composed—had looked genuinely startled when she suddenly appeared. The way his expression stiffened had been almost refreshing. She hadn't planned on teasing him at first; she'd only stopped by on a whim, curious to see his face after so long.
But once she noticed that reaction…
Well, she couldn't resist.
"He's changed," Anna murmured softly.
Before, Louis had carried himself with a certain casual ease, almost indifferent to the world around him. But now, when she saw him again after some time apart, there was something different about him. A quiet maturity. A sharper presence, as if he'd been tempered by effort rather than time.
"I heard he's been training hard lately…"
