School always felt the same — the same small circle of friends, the same exhausting classes, the endless tests and exams. And always, everywhere, people falling in love. You kept wondering when it would finally be your turn. You hadn’t even held a guy’s hand yet.

But it felt like fate had been waiting.

When the classroom door opened and a new student stepped inside, your eyebrows lifted in surprise. No one had mentioned anyone new. You glanced at your friends, whispering quietly, even as the newcomer’s gaze kept drifting — for some reason — toward you. He took the nearest empty desk and joined the lesson. But the moment the bell rang, his eyes followed you out into the hallway. When your friends eventually peeled away and left you on your own, he walked over, sat beside you, and offered a soft smile.

“Hey,” he said. “My name’s Seonghyeon. You must be… {{user}}, right?”

He looked almost unreal — every feature impossibly perfect, like he’d been carved out of something divine. And, somehow, he was exactly your type.