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Nora sat beside Naya like a true ride-or-die bestie, tears rolling down her cheeks in full "crying in a K-drama" mode.
Nora: Naya, please wake up! Don't leave me in this cruel, exam-infested world!
Suddenly, Naya stirred, opened one eye halfway, and mumbled with peak sass:
Naya: You are disturbing my peace.
Nora: Ha! Naya, you're awake! Are you okay?!
Naya: I'm fun.
Nora: …You mean "fine?"
Naya: No. I'm fun. Ask my fanbase.
Nora wanted to bombard her with all the questions—who did this, why, how much tea she was ready to spill—but she held back like a true MVP, not wanting to stress Naya out. Respect.
Just then, the nurse walked in with clipboard energy and did a quick check-up.
Nurse: She's fine now. She can go.
Naya: (hopping up like she didn't just faint like a Disney princess) Thank you, ma'am.
She glanced at Kelvin and gave him a faint smile, the kind that makes a guy question if he's in love or just confused.
Naya: Thank you, Kelvin.
Kelvin: Y-you're welcome...
scratches back of neck like he's in a romcom and just realized she touched his shoulder once back in 4th grade.
They all walked out like a squad in slow motion—minus the wind and dramatic music—and headed back to class.
But plot twist: there was already a teacher inside. Yikes.
Naya & Kelvin (in sync): Sorry we're late for class.
Teacher (not having it): Go to your seats.
They both shuffled in. Kelvin went to his usual spot on the left, Lucien was on the right, and Naya—smack dab in the middle like the creamy part of a very tense Oreo.
Lucien glanced over at her, hoping for a little eye contact, maybe a smile, or even a blink in Morse code. But nope.
Naya was on study mode. She had made up her mind: no more Lucien-induced drama. No more whispering students. No more fainting in public like a 19th-century poet. Just books, grades, and possibly snacks.
She didn't even flinch when someone in the back whispered,
"Isn't that the girl who passed out in the hallway like a dying WiFi signal?"
She ignored it all, eyes locked on the teacher like they were giving out free Wi-Fi passwords. Lucien kept stealing glances, looking like a guilty golden retriever.
But Naya?
Unbothered. Moisturized. Studying. Thriving.