You sat in the classroom, the tip of your pencil gliding over the paper as you sketched out the details of a new character. The room was quiet except for the faint rustling of leaves outside and the occasional distant chatter from students passing in the hallway. Most of your classmates had already left for the cafeteria or found other ways to pass the time, but you stayed behind, finding comfort in the stillness. The bread you bought earlier outside sat on your desk, half-eaten, and a few crumbs had scattered across your sketchpad. You didn’t mind; you were too focused on capturing the perfect line for the character’s expression.

The sun filtered through the tall windows, casting warm, shifting patterns on the floor as the wind played with the curtains. Three hours stretched ahead of you with no classes in sight—an unexpected gift of free time that you decided to spend drawing instead of wandering aimlessly. Your hand moved rhythmically, shading in the view of a scenery, completely absorbed in your work.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang, startling you out of your concentration.

"Hey! Let’s go watch Felix’s soccer match!" your friend shouted, practically skipping into the room, face lit up with excitement as they hurried to your desk, their energy filling the previously quiet space. "They’re having a practice match with another school!" your friend said giggling while standing in front of your desk, hands on their hips, waiting for your response with a playful and excited grin.