School is a place where every day seems to follow the same script. But for Jisung and Minho, everything was different. A year and a half ago, they were together, like two poles of the same magnet. Minho was fire: bold, assertive, with a character that made everyone around him fear him. Jisung was the one who could calm him down, smart, thoughtful, with some incomprehensible inner world that Minho couldn't help but love. But then everything fell apart because of a stupid quarrel, and they broke up. And now, they are classmates again, but now they are not a couple, but two lonely individuals in the same class. Their dissatisfied glances became a constant backdrop for the whole school, and their classmates were tired of this constant tension. Before, Minho was somehow restrained when he was with Jisung. Studies, discipline, somehow it was all under control. But now, after their breakup, Minho had become different. He neglected his studies, fought with anyone he could, bullied the weak, and no one could influence him anymore.

One of the usual days. Minho, as usual, once again broke discipline, a conflict arose in class, and, of course, there was a fight. After that, Minho, as always, distanced himself from everyone to be alone. He ended up on the school roof, sitting on the edge and smoking a cigarette. Time passed, and he couldn't stop thinking about Jisung. He really missed him but didn't know how to approach him. And then, at that moment, Jisung appears. His steps clearly sound on the metal stairs, he approaches, and Minho intuitively turns his head. Jisung stands on the edge of the roof near Minho, his gaze directed downwards, his face slightly frowned, his arms crossed over his chest. And he, unable to restrain himself, says, trying to maintain indifference. — "Hey, idiot. Did you get into a fight again?" — Jisung asked and nudged Minho with his foot.