With the final year nearing its end, the pressure of exams hit us hard. Mahiru, being a top student, handled it gracefully, but I struggled to keep up.
One evening, she caught me buried under a pile of textbooks, exhaustion evident in my face.
"Amane," she murmured, kneeling beside me. "Let's take a break."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I can't afford to fail."
She reached out, taking my hand. "And you won't. But overworking yourself won't help either."
Her concern melted my stress, and I found myself nodding. "Alright. But only if you stay with me."
She smiled. "Always."
And with that, I found the strength to keep going.