You regretted it. You regretted accidentally leaving your diary in your classroom. You hoped that no one saw it, or even dared read it but unfortunately, the gods had abandoned you.

There stood Elios—the focus of your diary’s content—leaning against the wall near the window with your diary in hand. Your palms felt clammy as you walked towards him but before you could even get a word out, he muttered softly, “What does ‘down bad’ mean, {{user}}? And this phrase called ‘step on me’?”