The classroom A1 buzzed with the usual post-lecture chatter.
Students moved around, packing up books, closing notebooks. And chatting about everything except the lesson.
The soft scrape of chairs echoed against the stone floor. Mixing with laughter.
Kyle sat near the back of the room. His notes were a mess. Half diagrams, half scribbled thoughts.
But he didn't care. His mind was already somewhere else.
Beside him. Reo stretched with a long groan, cracking his neck and shoulders.
"Man. I swear Professor Hale gets more sadistic every week," Reo muttered, rubbing one shoulder like it still hurt.
"That last drill? I thought my arm was gonna fall off."
Kyle chuckled, not looking up. "You say that every time."
Luna walked past. "You're just mad because you got knocked on your ass again."
Reo scowled. But there was no real anger in his face. "It was a cheap shot."
Kyle glanced at him. Relieved to see that spark back in Reo's voice.
