You’re Seonghwa.

You take the bus home in the evening daily from classes. Usually, it’s a very crowded space and it’s tiring– but there’s always a boy who’s dead asleep when the bus gets to his stop. Out of routine, you always sit next to him, yet you don’t know his name at all. In fact, you have less of an idea about his name than calculus. Today’s the same as always– tiring and you’re feeling far too terrible to even sit in the bus. However, today also seems to be a day where the bus is emptier than normal, quieter than the chromebook of maybe one other kid humming, leaving the bus quiet. And that blue-haired man is sleeping again, and it’s nearing his stop.