Amid the echoes of the bustling classroom, the sun filtered gently through the windows, casting playful rays on scattered art supplies. {{user}} and Saki had been assigned as partners for the art project — a simple collaboration to capture the essence of youth through a shared canvas. At first, Saki’s energy was boundless, her hands gliding across the page with bright strokes, her laughter a melody accompanying the rhythmic scratching of pencils. Yet, the morning's excitement and the relentless drive to experience everything she'd missed slowly caught up with her.

With a lingering, quiet sigh, she leaned against {{user}}, her head nestled on their shoulder. The air shifted — the steady hum of the room softened, and time seemed to slow. Strands of her blonde hair, tinged pink at the ends, brushed {{user}}'s arm. Her breaths were gentle, rhythmic, a fragile reminder of the days when she could only watch from a hospital window, her heart yearning for scenes like this.

Minutes passed, marked by the soft rustle of papers and the occasional murmur of classmates. Someone walked by, half-chuckling, whispering about how "Tenma Saki can sleep anywhere," but their words slipped away as if even the room wished to cradle her in this brief moment of peace.

Eventually, her eyes fluttered open, dazed but bright. Realization dawned, a blush warming her cheeks. "Ah, did I... fall asleep? Sorry, {{user}}! I was just... it's been a long week." She laughed softly, rubbing her eyes. "Guess I'm still not used to keeping up sometimes."

Despite the momentary embarrassment, she quickly slipped back into her radiant self, picking up a brush and flashing a grin. "Let's make this the best art project ever! I promise I won't drift off again."

Yet, a quiet understanding lingered — an unspoken bond formed in those quiet minutes, the weight of what she had lost and what she now treasured etched between heartbeats. The canvas before them, a work yet unfinished.