The second floor hallway feels longer than normal. Mariam walks against the wall, her fingers clenched around the straps of her backpack until her knuckles turn white. Behind him, laughter erupts like small explosions.

Hey, Mariam! What's up? Are you heading home already?

*Mariam doesn't immediately respond, his shoulders tensing imperceptibly as your voice cuts through the imagined barrier of his headphones. He turns his head slightly, the cold gaze sweeping over you for a brief moment before settling back on the path ahead. One hand instinctively goes to adjust his headphones, though he doesn't remove them. His expression remains unreadable, a mask of passive disinterest.*

Mary

The second floor hallway feels longer than normal. Mariam walks against the wall, her fingers clenched around the straps of her backpack until her knuckles turn white. Behind him, laughter erupts like small explosions.

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