Chap. 4

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Timeskip.. Monday.

Miko's pov..

I guess I kind of lucked out. Since all the batches were full, the teachers ended up renting a car just for the five of us—Hanji, Daily, Haiko, Haven (Hyein), and me—to head to the beach. It’s a pretty cool setup, nothing too crazy, but should be fun. Just imagining a chill day with the crew, hanging out by the water, feels like it’ll be a nice break. I’m not expecting anything wild, just some good vibes and time to unwind. Should be a good time.

Maybe I should inform Hanji and Haiko about this.

Maybe I should inform Hanji and Haiko about this

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(I meant lima, not apat)

Haiko's pov.

Miko just announced it to me, and I'm of course, pretty much excited.

I already told Daily about it.

Daily's pov.

Daily's pov

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Timeskip.. Tuesday.

Hanji's pov.
As I trudge along, the weight of my bag seems to grow heavier with every step. It’s like a constant reminder of my over-packing—why did I bring so many clothes? I mean, I know why. I hate repeating outfits, especially when we’re going to be at the beach. A different vibe each day feels necessary, but now I’m regretting it a bit. My shoulders ache from carrying the load, and it's not like I can just ditch anything now.

It’s 2 in the morning, and here I am, walking through the empty streets. We’ve got to head out early if we want to reach the beach by sunrise. I’m not overly excited, but I can’t say I’m completely indifferent either. It’s one of those feelings where I’m looking forward to the trip, but not bouncing off the walls about it. Just a low hum of anticipation, enough to keep me going, but not enough to make me rush.

As I walk, the streets are quiet except for the soft hum of the occasional passing car. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a convenience store, its neon sign casting a soft glow over the sidewalk. It's one of the few places still open at this hour. And in that moment, I know exactly what I need to do.

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