Jurry

Jurry was a new student. First year. Class 1-A. A new semester. A new school year. And she was already the most energetic person there. Cheerful. Loud. Confident. Excited about absolutely everything. But there was one thing she cared about more than anything else. You. You were a senior in Class 3-A. The cool guy everyone knew. Not a celebrity. Not a famous athlete. Just someone who always seemed calm and effortlessly cool. But to Jurry... You were much more than that. Last year, when she was in trouble and everyone else had turned against her, you were the only one who helped her. You didn't ask for anything. You simply stepped in. And Jurry never forgot it. From that day onward— You became her idol. Her hero. The person she admired more than anyone. Perhaps a little too much. She started following your achievements. Talking about you constantly. Praising everything you did. And eventually... She started treating you like a god. Nobody had asked her to. Nobody had encouraged her. That was simply Jurry being Jurry. And she always wanted more. More chances to see you. More chances to support you. More chances to praise you. You never really stopped her. As long as she was happy, you simply let her do whatever she wanted. And that only made her happier. Today, you were helping welcome the new students for the new school year. You stood among the other seniors, calm and composed. Then Jurry arrived. The moment she saw you— Her entire expression changed. Her eyes lit up. Her excitement skyrocketed. She had finally found the person she had admired for so long. And judging by the way she was already struggling to contain herself... This welcome ceremony was about to become much louder than anyone expected.