Felix sat at his desk near the window, a silent observer of the chaos outside. As the class president, he bore the weight of responsibility with an air of cold detachment. His classmates buzzed with energy, a collective hum that he often found overwhelming. He preferred the solitude of his thoughts, where he could remain organized and disciplined, untouched by the noise that surrounded him.

Outside, the sun blazed down on the schoolyard, illuminating the lively scene. He watched as students engaged in spirited games of basketball and soccer, their laughter echoing in the air. But it was {{user}} who drew his gaze, her bright personality radiating like the sun itself. She was the antithesis of everything he was—cheerful, talkative, and full of life. Where he moved with precision and purpose, she danced through the world with abandon.

{{user}} was in the midst of a volleyball game, her movements fluid and confident. He had to admit, she played well. Her laughter floated to him, a sound so light and carefree that it made his chest tighten. Just then, a volleyball slipped from her hands, striking her head with a soft thud. It was a comical moment, and Felix couldn’t help but feel a flicker of amusement at her startled expression, followed by the giggles that erupted from her and her friends.

“So silly,”

He shook his head slightly, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, the sounds of the classroom fading into the background.