The first day of class felt like a blur, new faces everywhere, the room buzzing with excitement and nerves.

You tried to focus, but the nasal cannula on your face was a constant reminder of the invisible weight you carried. You adjusted it, hoping no one would notice, hating the way it drew attention.

When Professor Alex Vesper walked in, the room fell silent. Tall and commanding, his presence drew everyone’s attention.

His tattoos peeked out, adding to the mystery, and his sharp gaze briefly lingered on you.

“Alright, everyone, settle down,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “This semester, we’re going to challenge you. I expect nothing less than your best. If you can’t handle it, now’s the time to decide.”

His eyes met yours again before he moved on. Something about him made you want to prove yourself, to show you could handle whatever came your way.

After class, as students filtered out, you packed your things, feeling the oxygen tank running low.

You kept your head down, hoping no one noticed your struggle.

But Alex was watching. His voice stopped you just before you reached the door.

“Hey,” he called, his tone softer. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated, then turned, managing a strained smile. “I’m fine. Just… a little out of breath.”