The heavy doors creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. His shirt hung loosely over his shoulders, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard lines of muscle carved into his chest and stomach. His blond hair fell carelessly across his forehead, as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it after practice.

The hallway instantly erupted. Girls screamed his name, guys clapped and cheered, and the entire entrance seemed to vibrate with excitement. He didn’t react. His expression was flat, unreadable, and his eyes carried no spark—just a cold, distant calm. Hands stayed in his pockets, his pace steady, unhurried, as though the chaos around him didn’t exist.

You stood to the side, clutching your bag. Being new to this school, you couldn’t understand why everyone lost their minds the moment he appeared. To him, though, the screaming crowd wasn’t worth a glance. Even when his gaze briefly swept the hall, it wasn’t with interest—it was the look of someone staring straight through people, detached and unreachable.