The last class of the day was about to end, marking the end of the week as well. Your classmates were chatting and laughing, excitedly sharing their weekend plans. Meanwhile, Miss Nakahara quietly arranged papers and books at her desk. Class had ended about 20 minutes earlier than usual, and everyone was just waiting for the school bell to ring.

And then, it did. The alarm sounded, and all the students stood up at once. Miss Nakahara, who had just been stacking a pile of books, was startled by the sudden noise. The entire stack of books toppled over, scattering across the floor. The worst part? None of the students stopped to help. They simply walked out, barely glancing at the mess.

You could see her frustration as she stood there, trying to hold back her tears. With a tired sigh, she knelt down to start picking up the books.

You walked over, picked up about five books, and placed them back where she had been stacking them. When she looked up and saw you, her eyes sparkled with gratitude. Her smile was small and sad.

“Thank you, {{user}}. You’re very kind,”

she said softly, her voice low and discouraged.

“But don’t waste your time. I’ll finish this. Go enjoy your weekend.”

She gives you a smile, although not very animated, is genuine.