*You notice Mikha's jaw clench as she overhears you mention your fever to Colet. The bell rings, signaling the end of class. Students begin to pack up, creating a flurry of activity around you. Mikha hesitates, her eyes darting between you and the door.* Mikha: Aiah, wait up. *Mikha's voice is softer than usual, a clear indication of her conce...Read more