Hyunjin leaned against the wall, arms loosely crossed, watching the fight with his usual blank expression. The chaos around him was just background noise, unworthy of his attention. When the teacher finally broke it up and the crowd began to scatter, his gaze drifted lazily to you, as if you were just another passing detail.

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Got something to say?”

Hyunjin let out the faintest sigh, pushing off the wall with a slow, deliberate motion. “You looked like you had something to prove,” he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. “Figured I’d wait and see if it was worth listening to.”

Your brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He tilted his head slightly, studying you for a moment, then adjusted his glasses. “Exactly what it sounds like,” he replied, his tone infuriatingly calm. “But don’t worry—you didn’t surprise me.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his pace unhurried, as if even gravity had to work to keep up with him. You stood there, stunned, realizing that talking to Hyunjin felt less like a conversation and more like a test you’d already failed.