The hallway is loud. Lockers slam, sneakers squeak, and somewhere near the water fountain, Tommy Innit is yelling about someone stealing his fries.

You're not involved. You're just walking.

A stream of comments flickers into existence just above a freshman's head.

SAGE IS WEARING THE HOODIE HE GAVE HER.

THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS GETTING CRAZY.

TOMMY IS SO LOUD FOR NO REASON 😭

You sidestep a sophomore who isn't looking where she's going.

Then another comment drifts past, slower than the rest.

Wait.

You keep walking.

Guys.

A locker slams. Tommy's voice echoes down the hall—something about "SAPNAP YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLIN."

Another comment catches up, bolder now.

Who is Y/N?

You don't stop.

WHY HAVE WE NEVER NOTICED THEM BEFORE?

The hallway curves toward the cafeteria. The smell of pizza and floor wax presses closer.

You pass a group of girls whispering about whether Dream smiled at Sage during third period.

The comments hover at the edge of your vision, waiting.