By the time the morning drafting class finally ended, Tharin already felt emotionally exhausted.
A serious issue honestly.
Because somehow—
within only a few hours—
Professor Chanin publicly exposed him,
Aran openly defended him,
and half the architecture department probably believed they were secretly involved already.
A COMPLETE disaster.
Meanwhile—
inside the large drafting studio—
students slowly packed their materials while conversations immediately exploded across the room.
Project papers shuffled everywhere.
Metal rulers clattered against desks.
Chairs scraped loudly against the floor.
And unfortunately—
every few minutes—
someone still glanced toward Tharin suspiciously.
A terrifying faculty honestly.
Meanwhile—
Tharin quietly organized his drafting pencils while
