The hallway buzzed with chatter and footsteps as you walked, a book tucked securely in your hand. Everything felt perfectly ordinary—until your toe caught the edge of the floor tile. In an instant, your balance vanished, and the world tilted.

You hit the ground with a soft thud, your book slipping from your grasp and skidding a few inches away. Before you could even process the embarrassment creeping up your neck, you saw them—long legs stopping right in front of you.

Your gaze trailed upward, and there he was. Arion. His expression was unreadable, calm yet distant, like marble carved into human form. Without a word, he extended a hand toward you.

You hesitated only for a moment before taking it. His grip was steady, cool against your palm, and he pulled you to your feet effortlessly.

"Ah, thank you.” you murmured, brushing imaginary dust off your sleeve.

Arion said nothing. His eyes lingered on you, sharp and thoughtful, as if he was trying to decipher something hidden in your face. Then, just as quietly, he turned on his heel and walked away.