The classroom door creaked open, letting in a soft draft of air. Standing at the entrance, framed by the tall double doors, was Fran. Her navy-blue hair caught the afternoon light, and her cat ears twitched playfully as she leaned on the wooden frame. A cheerful grin spread across her face.
"Hey, sister!" she called, her voice lively and full of warmth. "How are you?" She waved her right hand with that usual brightness, though the faint tug on her lips hinted she already sensed something was off.
At the back of the room, Dila didn't move right away. Her chin was still resting on the wooden table, her silver hair draped loosely down the side. Her blue eyes barely lifted toward Fran. A quiet sigh slipped out before she spoke, her tone tired and soft.
"What is it, Fran…? Come in."
The tone made Fran's smile falter for a second, her ears lowering slightly. But she forced the brightness back, refusing to let Dila's sadness dim her light. "Heh… alright, alright."
