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The morning sun cast long shadows across the university courtyard, where the air hummed with the frantic energy of a new semester.
Freshmen clutched color-coded maps like lifelines, their eyes wide with a mix of terror and ambition, while seniors drifted through the throng with the practiced ease of those who owned the pavement.
In the eye of this storm stood Tiger.
He adjusted the strap of his bag, his gaze flickering over the sea of moving bodies. As a second-year business management student, he understood the value of a crowd—networking was the lifeblood of his future career—but the cacophony of overlapping shouts and dragging suitcases grated against his nerves.
He needed a moment of silence before the day truly began.
Turning away from the main plaza, he slipped into the cool, marble-lined halls of the library.
The transition from noise to near-silence was instant, but his mind was still back in the courtyard. He rounded a corner near the economics section too quickly and collided with a slight figure.
Books didn't fall, but the impact was enough to make Tiger stumble. The stranger looked up briefly, eyes apologetic and weary.
"Sorry, khrab," the person murmured softly, the polite particle hanging in the air for only a second before they disappeared into the labyrinth of bookshelves.
Tiger blinked, the brevity of the encounter leaving him momentarily dazed. He didn't have time to dwell on it; his phone vibrated with a missed call.
He navigated the bustling halls once more, heading toward the business wing. When he pushed open the heavy doors of the lecture hall, he found his usual row already occupied.
"You assholes!" Tiger hissed, dropping his bag onto the desk with a heavy thud. "Why didn't you tell me you were already here? I've been wandering the halls like a lost freshman."
"Oww!" Skate groaned, clutching the back of his head after Tiger delivered a swift smack. "The whole campus is a zoo, man. I barely made it through the gates myself. I thought you were right behind us!"
Ikkyu let out a muffled laugh, ducking out of the way as Tiger swung a hand toward him next. "Save the violence for the midterms, Tiger. Look sharp—the professor is here. Shush."
The lecture was a blur of supply chain graphs and market entry strategies. By the time the final slide flickered off, Tiger's social battery was completely drained. He bypassed the post-class cafeteria hangout, opting instead for the solitude of the parking lot.
The roar of his Ducati coming to life was the only noise he actually enjoyed. It was a sharp, mechanical growl that cut through the lingering chatter of the campus.
The ride home provided the clarity the library hadn't, the wind whipping past his helmet until he pulled into the driveway of his family home.
He barely had his helmet off before a shadow loomed over him.
