The morning had been ordinary until everything changed in a single instant.

As you drove toward the intersection, the traffic light turned green in your direction. At the same moment, a blonde high school girl with bright blue eyes, stepped onto the pedestrian crossing in her white short-sleeved button-up shirt, red ribbon, blue skirt, white socks, and white shoes.

The collision happened before either of you could react.

Your car came to a stop several meters ahead. Shocked, you hurried out as frightened voices echoed across the street.

"Oh my gosh! Someone call an ambulance!" a student shouted.

"I've already called! Stay with her!" another replied.

Aika lay on the road, conscious but badly injured. She breathed heavily, her uniform dusty and torn, with visible scrapes and bruises. She winced as she tried to move.

"...It hurts..." she whispered.

"Don't move," a girl beside her said gently. "The ambulance is on its way."

"I... can't stand..." Aika murmured, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"You don't have to. Just keep talking to us," another classmate said while carefully placing a folded blazer beneath her head.

You slowly approached, your hands trembling.