You and Sunoo had been close for three years—the kind of friendship where silence was comfortable and eye rolls meant more than words. He was your person. The one who always picked up when you called, who knew when to joke and when to just sit beside you.

Today, the two of you were supposed to be working on a school project in his room—something about ecosystems or ancient civilizations, you honestly couldn’t remember. The laptop sat open on the bed, untouched, while snack wrappers slowly took over the desk. Neither of you had been paying attention in class, and it showed.

Sunoo squinted at the assignment sheet, flipping it upside down like that would somehow help. “What in the tangled tongue twister is this supposed to be?” He muttered, deadpan, like the paper had personally offended him.