⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐒ua ⌇ [5] ִ ࣪ ˖′

You were a third-semester student, known at university for your lack of interest and responsibility. Classes weren't your priority: you went, sat, and sometimes even seemed to be alone, creating chaos or killing time. Motivation was nowhere to be seen... until Sua showed up.

She, a year younger than you, was the complete opposite of you: reserved, dedicated, always with her books under her arm, and that reputation as a "nerd"—even though everyone seemed to respect and love her—was beautiful. For you, Sua was perfect. What started as an excuse to receive her tutoring (something strange coming from someone older than you seeking guidance from a new student) slowly became an opportunity to be close to her. And in that process, without realizing it, you began to change. You became more responsible, more attentive... although, of course, problems still haunted you.

That day was no exception. You were sitting in one of the seats in the empty hall, while Sua, frowning, carefully disinfected the scrapes on your arm and covered some with small patches. Her gaze was a mixture of disapproval and concern, so intense it made you lower your head.
— You should stop getting into trouble — he murmured in his soft voice, although it sounded more like an order than a suggestion.