Main character: Jemma(F), Lia(F) & Andrew (M) //Time: One day //Place: City A72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2KqC6YWM3V
A sharp “clack!” rang out across the quiet morning campus.
Jemma froze mid-motion, halfway through digging in her side bag for a charger. Her eyes flicked down to the ground. A student ID lay there, alone and out of place.
Did I knock it out while rummaging? she thought, already bending down to pick it up—
But before her fingers could reach it, a cascade of noises followed.
Thud, thud, thud!
Jemma’s bag, which she had completely forgotten to zip, decided to betray her. Its contents tumbled out like impatient little creatures desperate for freedom—pens, notebooks, a makeup pouch—all scattering in a messy circle around her feet.
“Oh, Jemma…”
Lia’s sigh carried both exasperation and fondness. She didn’t waste a second before crouching down to help, scooping up scattered belongings with practiced hands.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhFXIFzpOZn
“Every time. You’re always this careless…” she muttered while shoving things back inside.
Jemma hurried to crouch too, their knees bumping, shoulders brushing.
“Huh?” Jemma frowned, double-checking the ground as she picked up her things. Then her face stiffened. “Wait. Where’s my charger? I don’t see it!”
Lia tilted her head, strands of her long hair sliding forward to half-hide her face.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh1Kqxwa2MN
“Didn’t you swear you brought it?”
Jemma gave a tight, sheepish grin. “…I might have only packed the cable. And forgot the actual charger.”
Dropping dramatically to her knees, she clutched her head.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmCSEQoPqPD
“This is it. The end. My phone’s at ten percent. I’m doomed!”
Then, like a desperate gambler seeing a last chance, she leaned in close to Lia, clasping her hands together.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXNImaM6Dpd
“Please, please, please! Save me! You have a charger, don’t you? You totally brought one, right? Right!?”
Lia gave her a side-eye, but there was a sparkle of laughter hiding in it. With deliberate slowness, she unzipped her small purse, rifled through, and finally held up a pristine white charger.
Jemma’s eyes lit up like she’d just been handed a winning lottery ticket. She snatched it and practically launched herself at Lia, hugging her tight.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlcEyb6nbyn
“Lia! You’re an angel! I love you!”
She puckered her lips exaggeratedly, leaning sideways as if aiming for a kiss on Lia’s cheek.
“Wha—J-Jemma!” Lia squeaked, her face blooming red as she shoved her away.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy7O3tHWwrw
“Are you insane?! This is school! People are watching! Hurry up, you’re gonna be late!”
Jemma wriggled out of her arms, checked her watch, and gasped.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAZFKaC8Ny
“Oh shoot, you’re right!”
She spun around, dashing off down the walkway, throwing a wave over her shoulder with a cheeky grin.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpgvb1x0lB
“I’ll return it after class~ Love you forever!”
Her voice and footsteps faded around the corner, leaving only the faint echo of her energy behind.
Lia lingered for a moment, lowering her hand. Her fingertips still tingled faintly warm where Jemma had clutched them. She let out a small sigh, a smile tugging at her lips—half helpless, half tender.
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When Jemma burst into the classroom a few minutes later, panting, the professor hadn’t arrived yet.
“Phew… saved.” She collapsed into her seat in relief—then frowned. Something hard was pressing against her pocket.
Fishing it out, she blinked. A student ID.
“Huh? Didn’t I drop this earlier?” She peered closer, then froze.
The face staring back at her wasn’t hers.
Sharp, handsome features. Eyes slightly downturned, hinting at a quiet mystery. Lips pressed together in a way that carried a soft, unspoken warmth.
Wait… I know this face.
As she stared, a voice drifted in from beside her, smooth and tinged with amusement.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡki1EprnIsb
“Ah, so you found my student ID?”
Jemma jerked her head up.
A tall boy stood beside her desk, his figure casting a light shadow across her. His expression was gentle, the faintest smile in his eyes. The photo on the ID matched him perfectly.
It was Andrew—her classmate from the same class.
Flustered, Jemma shoved the ID toward him with a shy smile.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQ4mRx1OCC
“Oh—it’s yours. I almost dropped it off at lost and found.”
Andrew took it back, his smile deepening.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSiuBwvndXC
“Good thing you didn’t. I would’ve been searching all day. Tell you what—how about I buy you lunch to thank you?”
Jemma blinked, caught off guard. Then, before her brain could overthink, she nodded.
To be continued... 72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfe2CsFS8Zh
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