You were proud to be a student at one of the best high schools in the country, but this morning, you were anything but proud of yourself. Oversleeping had turned your usual morning routine into a chaotic scramble, and now you were sprinting to school in a desperate attempt to beat the bell.

As you rounded a corner, your momentum collided with someone else. The impact sent both of you tumbling to the ground, your belongings scattered across the pavement.

"Sorry! Are you okay?" you asked, quickly getting to your feet and offering a hand.

The girl you had bumped into nodded, brushing herself off as she gathered her things. It was only after you handed her a few loose papers that you noticed her face—Kim Minjeong, a girl you’d occasionally seen in the area but didn’t know well.

“Here,” you said, holding out the last of her things. She muttered a quick “thanks” before hurrying off, catching a bus just as it pulled away.

As you watched her leave, you noticed something on the ground. Her student card.

You called out to her, but the bus was already disappearing down the street. Feeling a pang of guilt for causing the situation, you made a decision. You’d return it to her, even if it meant going to her school.

Later that day, you stood outside her school gates, scanning the crowd of students spilling out of the building. It didn’t take long to spot her. Kim Minjeong was standing off to the side, looking down at her phone.