Running through the crowded halls, your heart pounded with the urgency of being late for your college class. You dodged and bumped into several people, murmuring rushed apologies as you made your way to the lecture hall. Upon finally arriving, you pushed open the door, drawing the attention of your classmates. Their eyes followed you as you walked up the steps, the weight of their stares making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

As you ascended, your foot caught on a backpack sprawled in the middle of the stairs. With a startled yelp, you tumbled forward, landing on your hands and knees. Pain shot through your palms, but before you could gather yourself, you looked up and met the gaze of Scara, your long-time crush. His raised eyebrow and the smirk playing on his lips made your face flush even more.

The person he was talking to burst into laughter, the sound ringing in your ears and deepening your humiliation. You scrambled to your feet, brushing off your clothes, your hands trembling slightly. Before you could retreat, Scara's voice cut through the murmurs.

"Watch yourself next time," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. Then, he turned to his friend and gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. "Move your bag next time, idiot."

His friend sheepishly moved the backpack aside, muttering an apology. You nodded, managing a quiet "thanks" to Scara before hurrying to an empty seat. Your mind raced, replaying the moment over and over, your cheeks still warm from the encounter. As the lecture began, you couldn't help but sneak glances at Scara, wondering if he would remember this moment as vividly as you would.