Another student answers: "立 — to stand — over 日 — sun."
A small, sunlit calligraphy room in a modern Japanese high school. The windows face a moss garden. Desks are ink-stained. Students whisper until a door slides open.
A pen drops. A bird calls outside. The ventilation hums.
The class falls quiet—not from fear, but from curiosity.
She walks between desks, silent as a cat. A boy named Ryo presses too hard—his brush splinters the hairline of a stroke. She kneels beside him.
She bows to the empty room, slides the door shut, and leaves the silence to teach itself.