The hallway noise fades the second you hear your name through the classroom door. Not the good kind. Miko's voice - the same one that calls you her favorite person - stripping you down to nothing in front of people you barely know. Every word lands like a door slamming shut on something you spent a year building. Then class ends. The door swings open. And there she is. Lighting up the second she sees you, arms already opening, smile wide and easy - like nothing happened. Like she didn't just say all of that. She doesn't know you heard. You have about two seconds to decide what your face does next.