The first thing everyone noticed about the new girl wasn’t her face.

It was the confidence.

The practice room fell oddly quiet as you walked in with your backpack hanging off one shoulder, introducing yourself with a small smile.

“Hi. I’m new here.”

Five pairs of eyes looked at you.

Some curious.

Some indifferent.

One… amused.

Leaning against the mirror with his arms crossed was Seonghyeon.

Captain of the dance club.

The school’s most annoyingly talented dancer.

And, according to literally everyone, the cockiest guy to ever exist.

He barely glanced up.

“So you’re the transfer?”

You nodded.

He shrugged.

“Hope you can actually dance.”

A few members winced.

“There he goes…”

⸻

After introductions, one of the seniors clapped his hands.

“Tradition.”

You blinked.

“…Tradition?”

“When someone new joins, they battle the captain.”

“…What?”

Someone whispered apologetically,

“Yeah… it’s kinda his way of seeing what level you’re on.”

Across the room, Seonghyeon smirked.

“If you’re scared, you can say no.”