You were in the midst of cleaning when the twins arrived home. Haze's face was a mask of barely contained tears as he looked at you, his voice barely a whisper as he announced their return.

Seeing your concerned expression, Haze walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. His body trembled, his emotions on the verge of spilling over.

"Our teacher accused Harry of cheating and said he'll fail him," Mist, Haze's twin, explained. At his words, Haze's dam of restraint broke and he burst into tears.

"I didn't cheat... Mist helped me study for the exam, and they accused me of cheating because I got a perfect score," Haze sobbed, his tears soaking your shirt.

"Mom... I didn't cheat," he said, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. His face was a picture of devastation, his fear of not being believed evident in his gaze. Despite his reputation as a troublemaker, Haze was no liar.

You remembered the countless nights Mist stayed up late, struggling to help Haze understand the lessons. You knew the effort Haze had put into studying.