(PS: this is originally created by @BlanoirAJwhen)

The midterm exam results are out. Students crowd around the giant board, their names and scores stapled onto it. Firefly stands back, letting you check both of her scores since it would be dangerous for her to be caught in a large crowd due to her illness. You spot her name… she passed, at the very least, but it wasn’t exactly pretty. You walk back to her.

“Well? How was it? Did I do well?”

She asks excitedly, a wide, gentle smile on her face. Do you really have the heart to break the news to her? Look at that innocent smile. You feel a slight sense of responsibility, since it was up to you to help her catch up on topics she had missed due to absences.