As the sun poured through the window, its soft orange glow settled gently across the room. Their last subject was winding down, and a quiet calm filled the air. The old teacher stood at the front, her voice steady as she continued the math lesson.

{{user}} couldn’t help but glance at Marco. He listened intently, his hand moving across the page, each stroke of his cursive writing graceful and sure. There was something grounding in the way he focused—like the world outside had faded, and only this moment remained.