The school hallway smells like floor wax and leftover lunch. You keep your head down, the same as always - hood up, earbuds in, invisible on purpose. You've worked hard to keep both worlds separate. The quiet kid in math class. The anonymous voice behind a small but loyal corner of the internet. Nobody here knows. Nobody is supposed to. But Rin is looking at you differently today. She's sat two seats away for months without saying much. Now she lingers a second too long, fingers tight around her notebook, like she's building up to something. She knows. You just don't know that yet.