LOGINSean forced his eyes forward as Yvo grinned at him. The emcee’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker, calling for silence. One by one, each section rose as their names were announced, applause swelling in waves around the oval. Flags rippled, banners gleamed, and the crowd roared with school spirit.Sean clapped when it was expected of him, but his mind was not fully on the stage. His gaze kept darting sideways to the cheerleader who had chosen to stand with him, ribbons fluttering like they belonged only to her, and to the basketball player whose confidence seemed carved into every line of his posture.The ceremony stretched on with speeches from teachers, a fiery pledge of sportsmanship, and the crackle of the torch. The crowd roared again, chanting as the flame blazed high against the blue morning sky.Sean forced his eyes forward as Yvo grinned at him. The emcee’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker, calling for silence. One by one, each section rose as their names were announced,
The morning air buzzed with a kind of nervous excitement that only the start of a school festival could bring. Long before the first bell rang, the campus was already alive. Banners in bright colors flapped above the courtyard, strung across windows and doorframes. The smell of fresh paint, sweat, and faint traces of food from the canteen mixed in the breeze.Students spilled across the grounds, hauling boxes of props, sports gear, and half-finished decorations. Some dashed toward the gymnasium, others toward the field. Laughter, shouts, and the occasional blast of a whistle cut through the air, sharp and chaotic.Inside the classrooms, the energy was no less restless. Room 3A was a storm of movement. Chairs screeched against the floor as students pulled out sports bags, tying shoelaces with hurried fingers, pinning ribbons to their shirts, or tossing headbands at one another. Water bottles and towels were piled on desks."Move, move, do not block the door!" someone barked, shoving Jo
The bell had already rung, and Room 3A had slipped into the slow rhythm of the afternoon. The air was thick with the lazy hum of post-lunch drowsiness, heavy enough to make every sound feel muffled. A few students lay draped over their desks, their heads pillowed on folded arms, already drifting between sleep and wakefulness. Others clustered in pairs and trios, their voices weaving in and out of halfhearted conversations that wandered, looping around gossip and small jokes without any real destination.Golden sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting wide bands of amber light across the wooden floor. Dust motes floated through the beams, moving as if suspended in syrup, catching the light in delicate flashes whenever the air shifted. For a moment, the room seemed wrapped in a hazy dream, time stretched thin like an afternoon that refused to move forward.Perched on the edge of his desk rather than sitting properly in his chair, Sean tapped the corner of a folded sheet of pap
Several minutes passed before Sean returned to the cafeteria, now wearing the spare shirt that Yvo had casually thrown at him earlier. As he walked back, he tugged awkwardly at the hem, trying to adjust the loose fabric that hung from his shoulders. When he first saw the shirt, he thought for sure it would be too tight. After all, he was taller than Yvo, and their builds were different. However, once he slipped it on, the shirt surprisingly felt roomy, almost draping over him like an oversized curtain.Sean recalled how he had stood in front of the bathroom mirror, tilting his head in confusion as he studied his reflection. The shirt fit Yvo perfectly whenever he wore it, snug and flattering to his lean form. But on Sean, it looked loose, hanging from his frame in an awkward, almost laughable manner. The sleeves drooped past his shoulders, and the fabric gathered awkwardly at his sides."Maybe it is because of our body types," Sean mused internally, giving himself one last glance in t
When the bell rang signaling their break time, Sean wasted no time. As soon as he finished discussing the song arrangements with Darren, he dashed out of the music room in search of Lareina. He found her in the corridor, chatting casually with some classmates. Without hesitation, he strode over with a beaming smile.“It’s lunchtime already! Let’s eat. My treat!” Sean announced cheerfully, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He even gave her a playful wink to emphasize his mood.Before Lareina could reply, Sean reached for her bag and gently pulled it from her grasp, slinging it over his shoulder. The sudden act made her giggle softly.“You look unusually happy today,” Lareina commented, her eyes amused.“Of course I am! This is my way of congratulating you. You guys won, after all. Besides, we’ve been so busy lately. I owe you a treat, so I’m making sure I repay that now.”Before she could respond, a familiar voice chimed in from nearby.“So, I guess that means I’m included in this tre
The air in the music room was vibrant with sound, filled with the steady thrum of instruments being tuned and voices exchanging ideas. Sean was there, seated comfortably on the floor with Darren and the rest of the band members. Despite not being a music major, Sean had seamlessly blended into their circle, his natural talent and easygoing nature earning him a spot among them.“Hey Sean, what do you think about this song?” Lucy asked cheerfully as she settled beside him on the floor, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. She offered him one of her earpieces with a playful smile.Sean accepted it with a nod, placing the small device into his ear. The music begins with an energetic beat laced with electronic undertones. He nodded along with the rhythm, his head slightly swaying as the melody grew more lively. After a minute, he glanced sideways at Lucy, a spark of recognition lighting his eyes.“This is... Running to You Will Be All That I Have, isn’t it?” He said, confirming