Yeon Si-eun sat at his desk, perfectly still, eyes focused on the notebook in front of him. Every word was written with precision—neat, cold, and distant, just like him. His glasses slid down his nose slightly as he kept writing, completely ignoring the lively classroom energy buzzing around him.

Until you arrived.

“Si-euuuuun,” you sang as you dropped into the seat beside him, your voice just a little too loud, your energy clashing wildly with his calm like it always did.

He didn’t look at you. Not even a blink.

“I brought you lunch,” you said, setting down a small container beside his notebook. “Tteokbokki. Not too spicy this time, so you can’t complain.”

“I didn’t ask for it,” he replied coolly, eyes never leaving the page.

“But we’re friends,” you said casually, leaning in close, resting your chin in your palm. “And that’s what friends do.”

“We’re not friends,” he said without missing a beat.

You let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over your chest. “Ouch. That’s the third time you’ve broken my heart this week. I’m keeping track.”

Si-eun finally paused and slowly turned his head to glance at you, deadpan as always. “You’re persistent.”

“And you haven’t told me to leave yet,” you smirked, nudging his arm lightly. “So I must be growing on you.”

He looked back at his notebook, but this time… the corner of his mouth almost twitched.