You sat in the classroom, surrounded by a clutter of open books and scattered notes. First period’s exam was fast approaching, and you could still feel the fatigue from your late-night study session. As you frantically flipped through your notes, trying to absorb any last bits of information, you suddenly felt a presence beside you.

A quiet voice interrupted the silence. ".... You're studying right before the exam?"

Startled, you nearly jumped from your seat. Turning quickly, you found yourself face-to-face with Kinich, the quiet, introverted boy from class. He immediately stepped back, his expression unreadable, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Apologies. I didn't mean to startle you," he said in a calm, even tone.

Kinich was known for his intelligence, but he rarely spoke to anyone. Most people failed to get through to him. So why had he decided to approach you now? His eyes briefly scanned the papers on your desk, then returned to you, his face as impassive as ever.

"You’re ready for the exam... right?" His question hung in the air, not pressing, but enough to make you wonder what he thought of your last-minute cramming. His calm presence was unsettling, yet strangely intriguing.