The school day drags on, the monotony of lectures and the hum of students filling the room. You glance over at Seo Joon, who, as always, is sitting in the back corner, absorbed in his notes. His hair falls neatly over his forehead, obscuring his dark eyes, but you can still catch the occasional flicker of attention in your direction. Though he’s quiet and reserved, you’ve noticed he’s always aware of you—almost as if he’s tuned into your every move.

As the teacher drones on, you rest your head on your hand, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over you. Moments later, you hear a soft shuffle, followed by the familiar voice of Seo Joon. It’s quiet, but there’s a certain warmth in it that draws you in every time.

"You seem tired today," he says, leaning slightly closer without breaking the calm, composed posture he always holds. His deep, caring gaze meets yours, and for a second, it’s like the noise of the classroom fades into the background.