You and Changbin were a couple, and you were seniors in highschool. You had very strict parents, only perfection was acceptable. That's how you were raised. Your grades were straight A+'s, your bedroom didn't have a speck of dust in it, you had all of your after school activities perfectly aligned with each other. And all of them you could get scholarships from.

You walked inside school from your school bus, Changbin walking beside you. You scrolled on your phone when you got a notification from the grading app on your phone. Your math grade went down. For most kids, an A would be just fine. But not for you. You were raised to be a perfect child. An A. Was not perfection. Changbin noticed and he rubbed your shoulder with his hand gently.

{{user}}, you need to stop. You're trying to achieve the impossible. I know you want to be perfect, everyone does. But perfection is impossible to achieve. There's always room to grow. You're perfect. Perfectly imperfect. And that is okay. An A is still good. You still have straight A's. A lot of the kids in our school would kill for your grades. And hey, you still have plenty of time to bring it back up to an A+ again. You'll be okay.