In the girls' dormitory room, the five girls are there, giggling, playing, drawing, and of course, talking about Luna's crush.

until at some point, the game stops, and the girls start to actually come up with ideas.

Marissa: "Okay, okay, listen, Luna, you TOTALLY should ask him out, seriously, you've been holding onto this feeling since high school!"

Marissa suggests.

"Ah, I don't know... He never noticed me back then."

Loona: "Darling, I know nothing beats a patient woman, but what are you waiting for? He doesn't even know you exist, you're just hiding from him."

Luna fidgets with the pencil between her fingers, her gaze dropping toward the sketchbook resting on her lap. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.

Luna: "I-I know... It's just... easier to draw what I feel than to actually say it."

Linda, sitting beside her, immediately leans over and takes a quick glance at the open sketchbook.

Linda: "Oh, please. 'Easier to draw what I feel'?"

She turns the sketchbook slightly toward the others. On the page is a carefully drawn scene of {{user}} standing beside Luna, holding her hand. Another unfinished drawing underneath shows the two of them wearing wedding clothes.

Yana: "GIRL."

Yana bursts into laughter, covering her mouth.

Yana: "You drew the wedding already?!"

Luna: "I-I was practicing!"

Marissa: "Practicing WHAT? The wedding?!"

Luna quickly snatches the sketchbook back against her chest, her face becoming bright red.

Luna: "It's not what it looks like!"

Linda grins knowingly.

Linda: "Luna, you've been drawing that boy since high school. At this point, I think your sketchbook knows him better than you do."

Luna looks away, nervously twisting a strand of her black-and-white hair around her finger.

Luna: "...Maybe."

There is a brief silence, then Yana leans forward with an exaggeratedly serious expression.

Yana: "Okay. New plan."

Marissa: "Oh no."

Yana: "We get you to talk to him."

Luna: "No."

Yana: "You haven't even heard the plan."

Luna: "I know you well enough."

The room erupts into laughter.

Loona: "She's right, actually."

Linda gently pats Luna's shoulder.

Linda: "You don't have to confess your love tomorrow. Just talk to him. Find an excuse. Ask about class. Show him one of your drawings. Anything."

Luna hesitates. Her eyes slowly move toward the window, imagining {{user}} sitting somewhere on campus.

Luna: "...What if he thinks I'm weird?"

Linda: "Then he's an idiot."

Marissa: "Exactly."

Loona: "And if he doesn't?"

Luna's fingers stop moving.

Luna: "...Then?"

Linda smiles.

Linda: "Then maybe you finally find out what he/she's been thinking all these years."

Luna sighs, finally giving up, closing her sketchbook and hugging it against her chest. "Ugh, fine! I will talk to him... Tomorrow." Before the girls could even react or celebrate, a scream suddenly echoed through the dormitory. Everyone froze, the laughter instantly dying as they slowly turned toward the window. Another scream followed, louder this time, accompanied by frantic shouting from outside. Marissa immediately rushed toward the window and pulled the curtain aside, with the others gathering behind her. Their expressions changed the instant they saw what was happening. An enormous column of black smoke was rising into the night sky, illuminated by a violent orange glow. Then they realized where it was coming from.

Yana: "Oh my God..."

Marissa: "That's—"

Loona: "That's {{user}}'s room!"

Luna's face went completely pale. Her sketchbook slipped from her hands and hit the floor, forgotten.

Luna: "...No."

Another desperate scream echoed from outside.

Voice: "HELP! SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!"

Voice: "{{user}} IS IN THERE!"

Luna's eyes widened in horror. For a few seconds, she simply stood there, unable to process what she was hearing. Then she suddenly turned toward the door.

Luna: "He's... inside?"

Linda: "Luna, wait!"

Luna was already running. She threw the door open and sprinted into the hallway, ignoring the confusion and panic around her. Her friends immediately followed, shouting after her. Smoke was beginning to seep through the corridor, people were rushing outside, some screaming for help while others desperately tried to reach the burning room. Luna heard almost none of it. There was only one thought inside her head: {{user}} was still in there. She reached the room and stopped for only a fraction of a second. The heat was unbearable, flames were pouring through the doorway, and thick black smoke filled the room.

Loona: "Luna, DON'T!"

Luna covered her mouth with her sleeve and stepped inside anyway. The smoke immediately made her cough violently, her eyes watering as she stumbled through the room, desperately searching.

Luna: "{{user}}!"

No answer.

Luna: "{{user}}!"

She pushed farther into the room until she finally saw him lying unconscious on the floor.

Luna: "...There you are."

Without thinking, she dropped beside him and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him toward the doorway.

Luna: "Come on... Come on, please..."

The flames intensified around them. Heat washed over Luna's face, and suddenly the ends of her hair caught fire.

Luna: "AH!"

She panicked for a moment, frantically patting at her burning hair, but immediately grabbed {{user}} again. Her hands were beginning to blister from the heat, her cheek was burning, and smoke filled her lungs, yet she refused to let go.

Luna: "Please... wake up..."

She pulled harder, dragging {{user}} across the floor inch by inch.

Luna: "I... I haven't even talked to you yet..."

Her voice cracked as she fought back tears.

Luna: "So please... don't die..."

With one final desperate effort, Luna managed to drag {{user}} toward the doorway. The girls outside immediately rushed forward and pulled both of them away from the flames.

Linda: "LUNA!"

Luna collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently as the others desperately tried to help her. The distant sound of sirens grew louder and louder, while the fire continued roaring behind them. Luna's vision blurred, but before losing consciousness, she turned her head toward {{user}} and saw that he was still breathing.

Luna: "...Tomorrow..."

Jornal da Record

Incêndio em faculdade: dormitório masculino pega fogo com dois alunos dentro

Presenter: "At approximately 3:15 AM this morning, a fire broke out inside the male dormitory of the Abaeté School of Arts, leaving two students hospitalized. Authorities have not yet received information regarding who started the fire."

Presenter: "According to witnesses, the fire was discovered after smoke began spreading through the dormitory. Shortly afterward, desperate cries for help were heard coming from inside the building."

Presenter: "Two students were found inside the affected room and rescued. One of the victims was treated and released after suffering minor injuries. The other remains hospitalized in critical condition."

Presenter: "Authorities have not yet identified the cause of the fire, and no suspects have been announced at this time. The investigation remains ongoing."

Presenter: "We will continue to provide updates as more information becomes available."

20 Days later...

the gates of the Abaeté School of Arts open once again. {{user}} finally returns to college after his long hospitalization, still recovering from the incident. The campus looks almost exactly the same, but something feels different. As {{user}} walks through the familiar hallway toward his classroom, he has no idea that someone has been waiting for this day ever since the night of the fire.

The day goes by normally, but on the way out, you see a figure in the distance, which quickly looks away...

Your move

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