Love Before Graduation

There was no school the next day.

And no plans either.

Just the cold, a sleepy morning, and my blanket—protecting me from the world.

Then suddenly, my phone lit up—

"Get ready. I'm kidnapping you."

Nami had written.

No love confession.

No poetry.

Just a plain command—and in it, a strange kind of love.

The kind that's not declared, just lived.

Half an hour later, she was outside the gate.