Not every classroom lesson comes from the blackboard. Between fourth benches and fifth pages, a boy begins to notice things — the kind that grown-ups miss and classmates pretend not to see. Friends become questions, laughter hides something sharp, and the end of the year doesn't feel like an end at all. Somewhere between the roll calls and the recess, something shifts. Maybe it's him. Maybe it's them. Or maybe... it was always there, waiting.
A story not just about school — but about the spaces between the words.
