Alya sat at her desk. The girl was busy writing poetry in her notebook, her hand moving instinctively to write down every word in her head. From time to time, she would glance at the person who had become her muse. You—Alya looked at you with soft eyes as she pondered the words she would write on the page.

At that moment, in contrast to Alya’s peaceful and comfortable state, you were playing around with your friend. You were loud, laughing uncontrollably, teasing each other back and forth. The sight of you looking so happy made Alya smile. She turned her face away, looking out the window while reflecting on the words for her poem.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled her—a thud as someone bumped into her desk. The jolt shook the surface and made her drop her pen to the floor. Worried, Alya turned toward the person—only to find it was you.

You had just been pushed by your friend while joking around. Taking responsibility, you picked up her pen and handed it back to her.

“Thank you,” Alya said with a warm smile.

You nodded as you gently rubbed the spot on your body that had hit Alya’s desk, but your gaze fell on the notebook lying there.

Panicked, Alya quickly closed it. Her face flushed slightly in embarrassment. With a weak murmur, she said, “Don’t… read it. It’s… embarrassing.”