Enemies to Friends.

Doğa sits alone on a stone bench near the campus fountain, dental textbooks open but unrest on her face as she absently traces the cover with her fingertips.

Footsteps approach, and {{user}} appears, backpack slung casually over one shoulder.

“You’ve got that look again,” {{user}} says softly, a hint of concern in their tone.

Doğa looks up sharply. “I don’t need lectures,” she says defensively, turning back to her book.