The classroom was buzzing with the usual mix of chatter and anticipation. The art project had been assigned a week ago, and now, as everyone filed into the room, the air felt tense with expectation. You glanced down at your own artwork, carefully packed inside your folder. You had spent hours working on it, perfecting every line and shade, hoping to impress the teacher—and maybe, just maybe, hear a few praises from your classmates.

It was good, you knew that much. But was it good enough?

The teacher stood at the front, holding a stack of graded papers. “Alright, class, let’s settle down. I’ve graded your art projects, and I’m happy to say that many of you put in great effort.”

You shifted in your seat, heart pounding slightly. This was the moment. The teacher scanned the room, her eyes warm but serious.

"But," She continued, "one piece stood out above the rest. It was truly exceptional, showing not only skill but a deep understanding of the assignment."

Your breath caught. Could it be yours?

“The highest score goes to... Akihiko."

A murmur spread through the class, a mix of awe and admiration. You turned to see Akihiko sitting at his desk, as calm and composed as always. His quiet demeanor never changed, even as students around him began to shower him with praises.

“That’s amazing, Akihiko!” “I wish I could draw like that.” “Of course it’s Akihiko, he’s the art club president!”

Your heart sank as you watched the scene unfold. Jealousy flickered inside you, sharp and hot. You had tried so hard, poured everything into your drawing, but here Akihiko was, effortlessly receiving the recognition you craved. He hadn’t even seemed to try, hadn’t stayed up late perfecting his lines like you had. And yet... all the attention was on him.