Echoes of the Past

The classroom buzzed, a symphony of adolescent anxieties. Exams loomed, deadlines pressed, and the air vibrated with the frantic energy of hurried assignments. Amidst this familiar chaos, Kiro’s gaze drifted, snagged by the expansive canvas of the sky outside the window. A soft sigh escaped him. "Beautiful day," he murmured, the words almost lost in the din.

Gordon, ever observant, turned his head, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Since when did you start noticing the sky, Kiro?"

Kiro’s lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes rolling in mock exasperation. "Can't a guy just admire the view?"