I shrugged, forcing casualness into my voice.
"Probably just a good night's rest. You know how exhaustion can mess with your head."
The lie came easily, but I could see Yuhyun wasn't entirely convinced. His gaze lingered on my face, searching for something I couldn't let him find.
"Thanks for taking care of me yesterday, by the way." I shifted the conversation, hoping gratitude would distract him.
"The bread rolls, checking on me during the night. I really appreciate it."
Yuhyun's expression softened, though something still flickered behind his eyes—an alpha instinct perhaps, telling him I was hiding something.
His nostrils flared almost imperceptibly, but he didn't press on.
"Of course. That's what friends do." He bumped my shoulder gently. "Room 312 needs all its members in fighting shape."
We reached the cafeteria doors, the familiar buzz of conversation and clinking dishes greeting us.
