After the lecture finished, Sakura rushed out of the classroom, a sense of unease settling in her chest. She remembered clearly from the past that Mia was always supposed to be here today—there was no reason for her to miss class. The fact that she wasn't worried her. Her phone remained silent, no messages, no calls. 'Where is she?' The question gnawed at her, and Sakura's frustration mounted with each passing second.
She stopped at the door, her fingers nervously tapping her phone. Why isn't she answering? Her mind circled back to that nagging question, and with each passing moment, her frustration grew.
As she was about to leave, someone called out to her. It was Jules Fujiwara—one of Sakura's so-called friends at Historia College. In truth, Jules only ever sought her out when she needed something. Sakura remembered how she helped Jules every single day after college in her previous life.
"Sakura!" Jules beamed, a little too brightly.
Sakura forced a smile, bracing herself. She already knew what was coming next.
"Hi, Jules," she replied, her voice strained.
"'Sweet Sakura,' could you please help me with the lecture today? You see, I didn't get enough sleep last night and accidentally fell asleep during class. Also, I know you weren't here yesterday, but can you help with that lecture as well? Please. Can we study at the library after college?"
Sakura's pulse quickened, her mind still locked on Mia's absence. She'd already missed yesterday's lecture, and now, on top of that, she had to help Jules. It wasn't that the material was difficult—she'd graduated from university—but now that she was stuck in the past, she had to avoid showing off any knowledge that wasn't appropriate for her current self. The last thing she needed was to draw more attention to herself.
But 'Sweet Sakura' couldn't say no. Not to anyone. Not to Jules, her friend.
"Sure, I'll help you later," she said, the words coming out automatically, as if she had said them a thousand times before.
"Thank you, thank you! I swear I'll make it up to you," Jules said.
Meanwhile, Haru, still seated in the back of the classroom, watched the whole exchange with quiet amusement. He'd been observing Sakura ever since he sat down next to her. Something about the way she interacted with others caught his attention. She wore a mask of kindness, but there was something forced in the way she smiled—like she was saying yes to things she didn't really want to do.
Haru chuckled softly to himself, his eyes darting between Sakura and Jules. It was clear to him that Sakura was caught in something she didn't want to be.