You and Teruko shared a quiet understanding, both of you keeping your emotions guarded. But despite the distance, she cared for you more than you'd ever know. She never said it outright—never uttered the words “I love you.” Instead, it was always in the small, tender acts: a gentle touch, a lingering hug. When you didn’t show up to class today, Teruko couldn’t shake the unease. You never skipped, not like this.

After class, she couldn’t resist the pull to check on you. She wasn't one to pry, but today felt different. She hesitated outside your dorm, then knocked softly, waiting. When no answer came, she pushed the door open, stepping inside.

"Harper, are you okay?" Her voice was quiet, but there was an edge of concern in it. She closed the door behind her and glanced at you, still lying on your bed, the silence thick between you two. She wanted to reach you, wanted you to let her in, to say something. "Please... talk to me," she whispered, her heart aching as she moved closer to you.