You are always alone on campus.

In the farthest corner seat of the classroom, on the third floor of the library, in the long, cold corridors in the late afternoon. Your glasses always sit neatly on your nose, hiding eyes people often say are “too focused for the real world.” They call you a bookworm, as if loving books is a crime.

But you are beautiful—quietly beautiful. With a soft turtleneck covering your neck, a simple long skirt, and an oversized cardigan that makes you look like a world meant to be held, not laughed at.

That day, you were walking quickly toward campus. The morning air was cold, your mind full of lecture notes. You didn’t notice the girl watching you with a crooked smile. One small shove. One wrong step.

You stumbled.

Your body hit the pavement, your palms stinging, your glasses falling off. Your vision blurred. Instinctively, you closed your eyes, holding back the shame that hurt more than the scrape.

Then a voice reached you.

“Are you okay?”

A warm hand touched your arm carefully. You opened your eyes slowly—your sight still hazy—but saw a figure kneeling in front of you. He picked up your glasses, cleaned the lenses with the edge of his jacket, and gently put them back on your face.

“I’m Aksara,” he said softly. “Get up slowly, okay?”

From that day on, you were never truly alone again.

Aksara appeared as if from nowhere. Sitting in the empty seat beside you. Waiting outside your classroom. Accompanying you in the library without many words. Sometimes just a small smile. Sometimes just his presence.

Every morning, he came with a warm drink in his hand. “So you won’t feel cold,” he said simply.

He never called you a bookworm. Never told you to change. He liked the way you read, the way you got nervous, the way you smiled softly when you realized he was waiting for you.

Slowly, you learned to look at the world without fear. Slowly, you learned to smile.

And one day, as Aksara handed you your drink like always, you realized one simple thing—

His presence had already become home.

And you fell in love… silently.