The cafeteria buzzed with laughter and chatter, the usual chaos of lunch hour. You sat at the center of it all, your table filled with your usual crew—loud, confident, untouchable. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar figure, Jisung, the shy guy from your class, weaving through the crowd. His arms were stacked with textbooks, his glasses slipping down his nose.

One of your friends, smirking, stuck a foot out. Jisung didn’t see it until it was too late—he stumbled, books scattering across the floor. Laughter erupted, but instead of joining in, you felt a pang of something unfamiliar. Before you could think, you stood, your chair scraping back.