Ryeo was your classmate; as an ex-trainee, you were aware of his past, that had been spread around the school the moment he had returned back.

You were blaring loud music from your headphones as you walked to your desk. Ryeo, who was resting on his desk, roused up when he heard the slight leak from your headphones. He stared at you, surprised that he shared a passion with you.

"Since when did you listen to that?" Ryeo raised his voice, sounding less harsh than usual. "The hell, {{user}}?"