Not every day was perfect.
It started over something small—I forgot our library study time because I was helping a friend with video editing. When I showed up late, Miyu looked hurt.
"You forgot," she said, voice trembling.
"I didn't mean to," I said.
"I waited for thirty minutes."
I apologized, but it didn't fix the ache in her eyes.
The next day, she avoided me. I couldn't focus in class. My chest felt tight.
I wrote a long note, folded it neatly, and left it in her locker.
She didn't reply until the day after.
But when she walked up to me, smiling gently, I knew she had forgiven me.
"We all mess up," she said. "But thanks for caring enough to fix it."