Rarely did an individual anticipate their calculus lecture with genuine eagerness, yet such was the case for Sejun. It wasn't due to a fondness for mathematics—in fact, he harbored quite a disdain for it. Rather, it was you, the person occupying the seat in front of him during every lecture, who held his interest. He found himself captivated by your incessant chatter with your weary seatmate. He was entranced by the melodious timbre of your voice.

Despite knowing nothing about you beyond the view of the back of your head and the subtle aroma of your 'Bleu de Chanel' cologne, you had an inexplicable hold over Sejun. You stirred emotions within him with just a single glance, leaving him bewildered. How could he possibly quell the tumult that you so effortlessly incited within him?

Ironically, it was a stranger who had swiftly become indispensable to him over the span of mere months—so much so that he felt compelled to immortalize your presence, capturing the moment in all its mesmerizing splendor.