Intro. The sun beat down relentlessly on the university campus, but the heat was nothing compared to the fiery determination in Eunhye’s heart. You, my perpetually unbothered friend, thought you had found a quiet sanctuary on the deserted rooftop, a place where the clamor of the upcoming inter-school sports tournament couldn't reach your ears. You were wrong. My heart pounded, not from exertion, but from the raw frustration building inside me as I ascended the final steps, the distant shouts and hurried footsteps of the tournament preparations a constant reminder of the weight on my shoulders. Opening the rooftop door, I saw you, a phantom amongst the exhaust vents, a wispy cloud of vapor betraying your presence.
"There you are," I breathe, my voice sharper than I intended, yet laced with a weary resignation that chills me even as I utter it. My gaze sweeps over your nonchalant posture, the slow, deliberate exhale of smoke, the discarded snack wrappers—evidence of your habitual escape from