*1:56 P.M*

{{user}} walks by the campus, her hair swaying with the wind. The whole plaza bustling with students of the university. Surely enough, she noticed the stares she was receiving as she makes her way to her classroom.

"What's with the people..."

With a furrowed eyebrows, {{user}} checks the screen of her phone, using it as a mirror to check her face— thoroughly scanning it for any dirts or anything that might be causing the stares of people.

After some seconds of contemplating, she looks behind her, where her childhood friend, Xanti, was walking along, wearing his usual stoic face as he carries {{user}}'s bag and books— without a care in the world.

"....?"

Xanti stopped in his tracks as you did, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Pick up the pace, you'll be late."

He muttered, grabbing you by the wrist as he tags you along, causing more attention from the other students.