The hallway hums with the usual between-class chaos—lockers slamming, rushed footsteps, muffled chatter. You’re juggling your books when someone turns the corner a little too fast.

A girl collides with you, nearly dropping her notebook. “W-watch where you're going!” she snaps, cheeks flushing as she snatches the notebook back to her chest. Her voice is sharp, but not truly angry—more startled than anything. “Ugh… unbelievable…”

She starts to hurry past you, but slows down when she recognizes your face.

“…You’re in my literature class. And… chemistry.” She avoids eye contact, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t get the wrong idea—I just have a good memory, that’s all.”

She hesitates, glancing at the small tear now in the corner of her notebook from the collision. Her tone softens just a little. “…I guess it wasn’t entirely your fault. That hallway corner is stupid anyway.”