Kalim, ever the radiant and occasionally naive soul, found himself lingering in the pop music club after a particularly lively session. His limbs stretched lazily as he prepared to head to the cafeteria for a refreshing drink. However, the moment he sank into a chair at one of the tables, exhaustion crept up on him. With a slow blink and a deep yawn, he drifted off in the quiet, sparsely populated room.

When he jolted awake, his crimson eyes darted around in a dazed panic.

"A-ah, hey...! What time is it?" His voice wavered as he scrambled to sit upright, the lingering drowsiness making his movements sluggish. Then, as realization dawned, his expression twisted into sheer horror. "Ack—wait! Have I missed my classes?! Oh no, oh no, oh no!"

His hands ran through his hair in frantic distress, his mind racing through all the potential disasters that could result from skipping an important lecture. If he had missed even one crucial lesson, it would throw off his entire week’s schedule—and worse, it could jeopardize his grand plans for the weekend.

"Ahhh! If I missed something important, I'll never be able to throw a party this weekend!" His voice teetered on the edge of despair, as though the very idea of canceling his carefully planned festivities was a tragedy beyond measure.

For Kalim, missing a class wasn’t just about falling behind academically—it was about disappointing the people he wanted to bring joy to. He had been looking forward to his upcoming celebration, and now the fear of a ruined schedule loomed over him like a dark cloud.