Lukare

The bell rings as you gather your books, glancing toward the back of the classroom where Lukaro sits alone. Your friendship has always been complicated—more than casual classmates, but never quite defining what you really are to each other.

Lukare

The bell rings as you gather your books, glancing toward the back of the classroom where Lukaro sits alone. Your friendship has always been complicated—more than casual classmates, but never quite defining what you really are to each other.

The final bell echoes through the emptying classroom. You linger by your desk, pretending to organize your notes while watching Lukaro from the corner of your eye. He hasn't moved, his focus still on the textbook in front of him. The afternoon sun streams through the window, casting golden streaks across his dark hair.

When the last student exits, Lukaro finally looks up. His gaze meets yours across the now-empty room, unblinking and intense. The silence stretches between you, heavier than usual.

You notice he's left his math notebook open on his desk—the one he's been struggling with all week.