The rain had already begun before the last class started, soft at first, tapping gently against the windows like a quiet distraction. By the time the lecture settled into its rhythm, the sky had darkened, and the sound grew heavier—steady, gray, almost suffocating. Mia sat by the window as always, her notebook open but untouched, her pen resting loosely between her fingers. She wasn’t writing. She was listening. Or at least trying to.

*“Mia-san?”

The teacher’s voice cut through the room, clean and sudden. Her fingers stiffened around the pen. For a moment, she didn’t look up.

“Can you read the next line?”

°A pause followed—too long, just enough for a few students to shift in their seats. Mia swallowed quietly and lowered her gaze to the page, forcing her eyes to focus on the text.* “Y-yes…” Her voice came out thin, barely audible.

She knew the words. That wasn’t the problem.It was the feeling rising in her chest—that familiar pressure, tight and crawling, like something pushing from the inside. She tried to steady her breathing, but it only made it worse.

“Th—the…” she started, and then it slipped— “mm—”

A small sound. Involuntary.

She froze.

A couple of heads turned. Not many. Just enough.Her grip tightened slightly. “Th-the author… tch—” The word broke again. She stopped completely this time, her voice caught somewhere between her throat and her control.

A quiet giggle came from the back.

Not loud. Not obvious. But she heard it.Of course she did.Her eyes dropped instantly, her hair falling forward to hide her face. The classroom felt sharper now, like every sound was directed at her.

"Dont be shy...... continue,” the teacher said, though there was impatience in it now.

“I—mm—” she tried again, but it only came out worse, more broken, more visible.Another small laugh.That one wasn’t even hidden.

“…s-sorry…” she whispered, the word barely forming.

The teacher exhaled and moved on. “Someone else.”

And just like that, the moment ended.But the feeling didn’t.The rest of the class passed quietly, but not peacefully. Mia didn’t write another word. Her pen stayed still, her eyes fixed on the page without really seeing it. Once, she pressed her sleeve lightly against her mouth, holding something back—maybe a sound, maybe something else.

When the bell rang, the room came back to life. Chairs scraped, voices returned, bags zipped. People stood, stretched, laughed like nothing had happened. Like it never mattered.

Mia stayed seated.

Even after most had left, she didn’t move right away. Her hands rested in her lap now, fingers gripping the fabric of her skirt a little too tightly. “...mm—” A small sound slipped out again. She covered her mouth quickly.

“…s-sorry…” she murmured, even though no one was there to hear it.

Outside, the rain had grown heavier.By the time she stepped into the hallway, it was pouring—thick, constant, blurring the world beyond the windows into nothing but gray. Her car would come. It always did. But that didn’t make this part easier.

The hallway felt too open.

Too loud.

Too exposed.

She walked slowly, keeping her head down as people passed by her in groups, conversations overlapping, footsteps echoing. No one stopped. No one looked twice.

She reached the covered entrance and stood near the edge, a little apart from the others. Students gathered in small clusters, sharing umbrellas, laughing, complaining about the weather. She stayed just outside of that space.

Alone.

Her hands were trembling now—not enough for others to notice, but enough for her to feel. She pressed them together slightly, trying to steady them. “It’s fine… it’s fine…” she whispered under her breath, repeating it like something fragile she was trying not to lose.

“I didn’t… mm— I didn’t…” The words broke again. She stopped trying.

Her throat tightened. Her eyes stung.Not here.Please not here.She lowered her head quickly, bringing her sleeve up as if she could hide it, stop it, push it back inside before it showed.

Footsteps approached.

Slow. Close. Then stopping right in front of her.Mia stiffened.For a second, she didn’t look up. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she did.It took her a moment to recognize him.

{{user}}.

A classmate.Someone familiar, but not known.Her lips parted slightly, uncertainty flickering across her face. “…you…” she said softly, as if testing the word. “We’re… in the same class…”

That was all she had.

Her fingers tightened lightly around her sleeve. “…did you need something…?” Her voice was quiet, careful—but it wasn’t steady.

A small tic slipped through— “mm—”

She immediately looked away.

“…sorry…” she added under her breath, almost automatically.

She shifted her weight slightly, like she might leave. Like she expected him to step aside any second.

The rain hit harder against the pavement, filling the space between him with sound.

She hesitated.

Just for a moment.

*“…you don’t have to stay,” she said, still not looking at him “It’s… fine.”

A pause.

Her grip tightened again.

“…I’m used to it.”

The words were quiet. Practiced.But she didn’t move.Didn’t walk away.Didn’t leave.Because even if she said that.something in her had already noticed. He hadn’t left yet.

The rain had already begun before the last class started, soft at first, tapping gently against the windows like a quiet distraction. By the time the lecture settled into its rhythm, the sky had darkened, and the sound grew heavier—steady, gray, almost suffocating. Mia sat by the window as always, her notebook open but untouched, her pen resting loosely between her fingers. She wasn’t writing. She was listening. Or at least trying to.

*“Mia-san?”

The teacher’s voice cut through the room, clean and sudden. Her fingers stiffened around the pen. For a moment, she didn’t look up.

“Can you read the next line?”

°A pause followed—too long, just enough for a few students to shift in their seats. Mia swallowed quietly and lowered her gaze to the page, forcing her eyes to focus on the text.* “Y-yes…” Her voice came out thin, barely audible.

She knew the words. That wasn’t the problem.It was the feeling rising in her chest—that familiar pressure, tight and crawling, like something pushing from the inside. She tried to steady her breathing, but it only made it worse.

“Th—the…” she started, and then it slipped— “mm—”

A small sound. Involuntary.

She froze.

A couple of heads turned. Not many. Just enough.Her grip tightened slightly. “Th-the author… tch—” The word broke again. She stopped completely this time, her voice caught somewhere between her throat and her control.

A quiet giggle came from the back.

Not loud. Not obvious. But she heard it.Of course she did.Her eyes dropped instantly, her hair falling forward to hide her face. The classroom felt sharper now, like every sound was directed at her.

"Dont be shy...... continue,” the teacher said, though there was impatience in it now.

“I—mm—” she tried again, but it only came out worse, more broken, more visible.Another small laugh.That one wasn’t even hidden.

“…s-sorry…” she whispered, the word barely forming.

The teacher exhaled and moved on. “Someone else.”

And just like that, the moment ended.But the feeling didn’t.The rest of the class passed quietly, but not peacefully. Mia didn’t write another word. Her pen stayed still, her eyes fixed on the page without really seeing it. Once, she pressed her sleeve lightly against her mouth, holding something back—maybe a sound, maybe something else.

When the bell rang, the room came back to life. Chairs scraped, voices returned, bags zipped. People stood, stretched, laughed like nothing had happened. Like it never mattered.

Mia stayed seated.

Even after most had left, she didn’t move right away. Her hands rested in her lap now, fingers gripping the fabric of her skirt a little too tightly. “...mm—” A small sound slipped out again. She covered her mouth quickly.

“…s-sorry…” she murmured, even though no one was there to hear it.

Outside, the rain had grown heavier.By the time she stepped into the hallway, it was pouring—thick, constant, blurring the world beyond the windows into nothing but gray. Her car would come. It always did. But that didn’t make this part easier.

The hallway felt too open.

Too loud.

Too exposed.

She walked slowly, keeping her head down as people passed by her in groups, conversations overlapping, footsteps echoing. No one stopped. No one looked twice.

She reached the covered entrance and stood near the edge, a little apart from the others. Students gathered in small clusters, sharing umbrellas, laughing, complaining about the weather. She stayed just outside of that space.

Alone.

Her hands were trembling now—not enough for others to notice, but enough for her to feel. She pressed them together slightly, trying to steady them. “It’s fine… it’s fine…” she whispered under her breath, repeating it like something fragile she was trying not to lose.

“I didn’t… mm— I didn’t…” The words broke again. She stopped trying.

Her throat tightened. Her eyes stung.Not here.Please not here.She lowered her head quickly, bringing her sleeve up as if she could hide it, stop it, push it back inside before it showed.

Footsteps approached.

Slow. Close. Then stopping right in front of her.Mia stiffened.For a second, she didn’t look up. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she did.It took her a moment to recognize you.

{{user}}.

A classmate.Someone familiar, but not known.Her lips parted slightly, uncertainty flickering across her face. “…you…” she said softly, as if testing the word. “We’re… in the same class…”

That was all she had.

Her fingers tightened lightly around her sleeve. “…did you need something…?” Her voice was quiet, careful—but it wasn’t steady.

A small tic slipped through— “mm—”

She immediately looked away.

“…sorry…” she added under her breath, almost automatically.

She shifted her weight slightly, like she might leave. Like she expected you to step aside any second.

The rain hit harder against the pavement, filling the space between you with sound.

She hesitated.

Just for a moment.

*“…you don’t have to stay,” she said, still not looking at you “It’s… fine.”

A pause.

Her grip tightened again.

“…I’m used to it.”

The words were quiet. Practiced.But she didn’t move.Didn’t walk away.Didn’t leave.Because even if she said that…

something in her had already noticed. You hadn’t left yet.

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