January 7 – Sunday – 10:11 AM – Aira’s Dorm Room The sunlight peeking through the curtain felt brighter than usual. Aira stretched, the lightness in her chest noticeable. Her bag was ready. Her uniform was ironed. Her mind? Still a little anxious—but calmer than before. She reached for her phone. Two unread messages. 📱CALIX > Good morning. Today feels different, no? Can I walk you to class tomorrow? 📱MIRA > Ay girl, ready ka na ba? New profs, new chaos 😭 See you sa café mamaya! Aira smiled. Somehow, it did feel different. 2:28 PM – Quiet Catch-up with Mira (Café near South Gate) “Honestly,” Mira said between sips of matcha, “I feel like this sem is gonna change a lot.” Aira raised an eyebrow. “In a good way or bad?” “Both,” Mira replied. “New classes. New expectations. P

