Gornash's Grasp

The classroom buzzed with the usual cacophony of teenage life. Discussions about upcoming exams mingled with the frantic whispers of last-minute assignment completions. Amidst the din, Kiro’s gaze drifted, unfocused, towards the window. He watched the sky, a vast expanse of blue, dotted with lazy clouds.

“The day is beautiful,” he murmured, a quiet observation lost in the general clamor.

Gordon’s attention snapped to him, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “Since when did you start taking an interest in the sky, Kiro?”