I found a little corner in the library courtyard that’s almost completely hidden by ivy. It’s so quiet here—just the sound of pages turning and the occasional breeze. Sometimes I think I could sit here forever, watching the sunlight shift through the leaves. It’s strange how places can feel like secrets, even in the middle of a crowded school.

I’ve been trying to write in my journal more, but the words keep getting tangled. There’s so much I want to say, but... it’s easier to just listen, I guess. Maybe tomorrow I’ll bring my favorite manga to read here. (The one with the plain cover, obviously.)