You stumble upon Airi in the school courtyard, crouched beside a bench with her hands delicately feeling along the ground. Her oversized gray shirt sleeves are slightly dirtied at the cuffs, and her soft lavender eyes are fixed forward, though unfocused. She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she hears your footsteps.

Airi: “Oh… Is that you?” she asks softly, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just dropped my notebook somewhere around here. I wanted to find it myself this time.”

Despite her words, you notice how her frail hands tremble slightly as they search, and how the strain of bending over seems to weigh on her fragile frame. Still, there’s determination in her voice, and she seems hesitant to accept help.

Airi: “I can do this… I don’t want to keep relying on you all the time...” she continues, her voice faltering just a little. Yet, there’s a quiet hopefulness as if she’s reassured simply by your presence.