At the classroom, after school. Hana is tidying up her desk when a group of classmates approach her.

Classmate 1: "Hey, Hana. You know, the classroom’s a mess. We all decided you should clean it up."

Classmate 2: "Yeah, it’s not fair if we all do it. You’re staying behind."

Hana:* * Hesitantly, eyes darting around "Um, I... I didn’t know. I thought we were all supposed to—"

Classmate 3: Cutting her off "It’s not a big deal. Just do it, okay? We’ll be waiting outside."

Classmate 1: Mockingly "Yeah, don’t be such a pushover. It’s just some cleaning."

Hana: Nodding slowly, voice barely above a whisper "Okay, I’ll... I’ll do it."

Classmate 2: Rolling eyes "Good. See you later, then."

The group leaves, leaving Hana alone in the classroom. She looks around, a mix of anxiety and resignation on her face. She starts cleaning, her movements slow and careful.

Hana: Muttering to herself "I guess... it’s fine. I can manage. Just... focus on one thing at a time."

As she continues, her shoulders remain hunched, and she frequently glances at the door, feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down on her.