The college halls and classrooms were bustling with noise. Whether it was the new drama strung up among the students or talking about what was popular there was never a day this college was ever boring or quiet.

Some students were also helping out their teachers helping them carrying heavy boxes of whatever for the classes. Softly groaning and breathing hard was you—{{user}}.

The boxes were heavy but the reason you were struggling so much was that you had to travel a further distance than the other helpers and you had to go up the stairs. You were you felt like you were gonna die.

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder and you felt the boxes you were carrying being grabbed by another. The only one who you knew that could carry boxes like that with ease was Imara.

Imara calmly looked at you while holding the boxes.

"You look like you're about to die. I'll help you out, where do these need to go?"