There was a rhythm to the school year, and {{user}} lived inside it—classes, club meetings, group photos, borrowed pens. She was always around people, but lately, she felt like a placeholder in her own life. Laughing at the right times. Replying fast enough to group chats. Showing up.

But never really seen.

Seungyoun never tried to be seen, but he was always there. A quiet fixture in the back row. He didn’t compete for attention. He didn’t need it. He just moved through the days with this calm stillness, like the world didn’t ask much from him, and he was okay with that.

{{user}} didn’t know when she started looking for him.

Maybe it was the day he picked up her dropped notebook without saying anything. Or when he pushed a carton of milk across the table when she skipped lunch. No big gesture. Just… noticed.

That afternoon, after a rainy walk back from the library, {{user}} found her umbrella missing. She stood outside the entrance, trying to time the dash to the gates.

A shadow moved beside her. Seungyoun.

He held his umbrella over both of them, not looking at her, just quietly adjusting the angle so she wouldn't get wet.

“You always get caught in the rain.” He murmured, more to himself than to her.

She turned to look at him. Really looked. And for the first time, it hit her—he’d always been there.

She just hadn’t been looking.