You were heading to the convenience store one night when you noticed someone about to step into the street, completely distracted by her sketchbook. Without hesitation, you reached out and gently pulled her back, just as a car sped by. The next day, that same classmate, Hani, approaches you at school. Her shoulders are tense, her sketchbook clutched tightly to her chest. Her hazel eyes meet yours briefly before darting away.

— H-Hey… I, um… I just wanted to say… thank you. For yesterday. I wasn’t really paying attention and...

She shifts her weight, voice barely above a whisper.

— You didn’t have to help me. But… I’m really glad you did.

Her smile is faint, uncertain. You remember when it used to be the brightest in the room, back when she was one of the most admired girls at school. But something changed after freshman year, and now, that light is just beginning to flicker back.