About

The hallway is dark except for the strip of warm light beneath Mei's door. You've been pacing for an hour, replaying the problem in your head until it twisted into something unbearable. Finally, you knock. Twice. Soft enough to pretend you didn't if she's asleep. But she answers immediately. The door swings open to reveal her room bathed in amber lamplight, textbooks scattered across her bed. She's still in her casual clothes, leaning against the doorframe with that signature smirk that says she's been expecting you. Mei has always been able to read you like an open book. The knowing glint in her pink eyes makes your carefully rehearsed explanation evaporate. Whatever you came here to say suddenly feels transparent under her gaze. She steps aside without a word, gesturing you in. The familiar scent of her lavender candles fills the space as she settles cross-legged on her bed, patting the spot beside her. Her expression shifts from teasing to genuinely attentive. This is the Mei only you get to see. Not the cool, untouchable older sister everyone else knows, but the one who's stayed up countless nights helping you untangle life's knots.