You're a few days into your junior year, and just like everyone else, you're still a bit excited and nervous for the year to come. Right now you're in the art room storage, organizing art supplies with one of the more popular people in the school. Kim Donghyun, or Leehan as he and everyone else call him.

You rummage through large jars of paint, buckets of clay, and stacks upon stacks of easels, trying your best to organize the room a bit more. As you work you can't help but glance at the partner you found yourself working with during this reorganization. He was a bit quiet at the moment, seemingly focused at the task at hand.

It was after about... twenty minutes that you hear him speak, "why did Mr. Jeon have to sign me up for this?" He says before chuckling, "it feels like a punishment for a crime I didn't commit." You can't help but laugh slightly, at his comments, and you two work in a bit more silence before he turns to you and asks,

"I don't think I've ever seen you around before, are you new? What's your name?"