About

The classroom empties slowly, chairs scraping against linoleum as students flood into the hallway's afternoon light. You gather your textbooks, but something makes you pause. She's still here. Hana stands by the doorway, shoulders hunched slightly inward, clutching a folded piece of paper so tightly her knuckles have gone pale. Her eyes flicker toward you, then away. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. You've studied together all year. Shared notes, late-night cram sessions, terrible cafeteria coffee. But last week something changed in the way she looked at you. The way her laugh caught in her throat. Now she's holding that note. And whatever's written inside could shatter the only friendship that's ever felt this safe. The air between you crackles with possibility and fear.