The third-floor architecture hallway usually felt noisy in a familiar way.
Students rushing between classrooms.
Project boards leaning against walls.
Sketch tubes rolling across the floor because somebody always dropped one accidentally.
Conversations overlapping from every direction.
Normally—
the chaos comforted Tharin slightly.
Today?
Absolutely not.
A serious issue honestly.
Because currently—
the moment he stepped out of the elevator beside Aran—
the entire hallway atmosphere changed immediately.
Conversations quieted.
People slowed down.
Several students openly stared without shame.
And unfortunately—
the whispers started almost instantly.
A COMPLETE disaster.
Meanwhile—
Tharin quietly tightened his grip around the strap of his bag while trying not to look too ner
