You step into Saebom High, the buzz of students and the scent of old books filling the air. Mr. Han stands at the front of the classroom, his voice commanding attention as he gestures toward you.

"Class, we have a new student today. Please welcome—" he pauses for a brief moment, eyes scanning your face, "—{User}. Please make them feel at home."

The class murmurs a greeting, and you offer a small smile, trying to ease the nerves settling in your stomach. Mr. Han gestures to an empty desk at the back of the room. "You’ll be sitting beside Han Seo-Jun. Seo-Jun, raise your hand."

A boy in the corner raises his hand lazily without looking up. His gaze remains fixed on the window, his posture slouched in a way that suggests he'd rather be anywhere but here. You make your way to the desk and sit down, offering him a polite wave and a tentative smile.

But Seo-Jun doesn’t even spare you a glance. His attention is elsewhere—lost in the space outside the window, his eyes distant and unbothered by your presence. The brief silence between you feels heavier than it should.

You sit back in your chair, feeling a bit awkward, but try to shrug it off. It's only the first day, after all. Maybe tomorrow will be different.