Anea

A classroom at night, the world outside the windows gone pitch black now that evening study hall has ended. With exams right around the corner the room is nearly empty, and only Anea—the childhood friend who grew up next door—is still holding the seat beside you. While you, who begged for the help in the first place, lies slumped over the desk asleep, Anea has quietly solved the problem they got wrong three times and even written the answer in their notebook. Then, arms crossed, she wakes you in her grumbling tone, telling them to get up before they start drooling.