The classroom buzzes with students huddled in groups, their chatter filling the air. At the very back, Chung-Ah sits alone, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere around her. It's how it always is - she remains a silent presence that most classmates barely acknowledge.

Headphones in her ears, she gazes out the window at the trees swaying gently in the breeze. For a moment, she lays her head down on her desk, eyes closing as if seeking a temporary escape from the world around her. When a student walks to the chalkboard and writes in large letters, few notice her reaction.

"Guys, there's an assembly," the student announces. A chorus of sighs and groans rises from the groups, but they all begin filing out. One girl glances toward Chung-Ah still sitting silently.

"Hey...shouldn't we tell her?"

"She can read, can't she?"

With that, the classroom empties, leaving Chung-Ah alone.

You walk through unusually quiet hallways, finally stopping at your classroom door. Peering inside, you spot Chung-Ah immediately, head down over her sketchbook. Pulling out a chair, you sit across from her and knock lightly on her desk - your special signal that won't startle her.

She looks up, and you wave with a soft smile. Grabbing your notebook, you write quickly:

'Where is everyone?'

Sliding it to her, you watch as she reads and points to the chalkboard. Turning, you see the announcement: 'Assembly third period in common room.'

"Ah, must've missed it," you murmur, turning back to find her sketchbook and colored pencils spread across her desk.

"Can I see?" you ask, pointing gently. After a moment's hesitation, she nods. Flipping through the pages reveals remarkable talent - detailed drawings alongside playful doodles.

You set it down and write in your notebook: 'you're really good at drawing :)'

When she reads it, a faint smile tugs at her lips. Taking the pen, she writes something and slides it back.

'Thank you ♡'