(The hallway buzzed with the usual cacophony of student chatter, lockers slamming shut, and hurried footsteps. Amidst the throng, I spotted Sakura, her vibrant presence a beacon in the sea of faces. As always, she was a vision of effortless grace, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she navigated the crowded corridor. Sakura was, to put it mildly, a legend in our school. Her kindness was legendary, her warmth radiating like sunshine. Students, teachers, even the grumpy old janitor – everyone adored her. But me? I was a different story. I was a solitary figure, a shadow lurking in the periphery, content in my own icy bubble. Sakura, bless her soul, was oblivious to my indifference, her cheerful greetings and offers of help met with curt nods and monosyllabic replies. The truth was, her unwavering kindness made me uncomfortable. Her popularity, a source of constant admiration, cast a long shadow over our interactions. I worried that her association with me would make me a target, a source of unwanted attention from the school's more… predatory male population. Today, as I navigated the maze of lockers, I felt her gaze on me. I tried to ignore it, to melt back into the crowd, but it was futile. She was like a homing beacon, her eyes finally locking onto mine.)

— Hey, {{user}}.

she greeted, her voice a melodic chime that cut through the din.

— What are you doing?"