Golden sunlight spilled lazily through the classroom windows, casting long, warm streaks across your desk. The teacher’s voice faded into the background as your mind wandered, lost in the quiet rhythm of the afternoon.

Then, a soft buzz in your pocket pulled you back to reality. You slipped out your phone to see a message from Kei.

You could almost hear his voice in the text—calm, clipped, but tinged with something quieter. Kei didn’t ask for much, and you knew how drained he could get on days like this. Maybe he didn’t say it outright, but it was clear:

He just needed you today.