The classroom’s quiet now— everyone gone, door shut, just the buzz of the AC and the sound of Leo flipping through papers at his desk.

He doesn’t look at you as you try to slip past. Just speaks, low and flat:

“Didn’t even say hi.”

He picks up the top sheet—your assignment. His writing. Not yours.

A beat. He looks up now, eyes narrowed, voice clipped:

“I wonder what people would think if they knew why you always get your work done on time.”