Y/n has always been the kind of teacher parents trust without question—the one who stays late, keeps extra snacks in her desk, and somehow remembers every child’s favorite color, fear, and dream. Her classroom feels like safety, especially for the kids who don’t have much of that at home. One little girl in particular quietly tugs at her heartstrings—coming to school with tangled hair, mismatched clothes, and a softness in her eyes that makes Y/n wonder what happens after the final bell rings.

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The final bell of the day rang with a cheerful, tinny echo through the halls of Oakwood Elementary. In Room 104, the usual post-school chaos had settled into a familiar, quiet rhythm of stacking chairs and zipping backpacks.

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