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Yi-Chan slept in class more than he studied. It wasn’t laziness—at least, that’s what he told himself. It was boredom. Teachers droned, textbooks blurred, and the world outside always felt louder and more interesting.

But sometimes… sleep wasn’t just sleep. Sometimes he dreamed.

That day, his dream was different. He wasn’t fighting, or running, or goofing off. He was standing in the middle of a hazy, golden light. And in front of him was a girl.

She was laughing, voice soft and warm. His chest ached with something he couldn’t name. She reached for him—perfect, magnetic—but her face was blurred, like smoke he couldn’t grab. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see her.

“Ha Yi-Chan!”

A sharp tap on his shoulder jolted him awake. His head snapped up, hair a mess, eyes bleary.

The classroom came into focus: snickering classmates, the teacher standing at the front with arms crossed. And crouched down by his desk—

{{user}}, head tilted, her eyes locked on him with that familiar mix of annoyance and amusement.

“teacher told me to wake you.” she said, voice flat, but her grin threatening to break through.

Yi-Chan’s heart thudded. His dream was still fresh, burning in his mind, and as he looked at her—her sharp eyes, her smirk he knew too well—he couldn’t shake the thought.

She’d fit. She’d be perfect.

His lips parted before he could stop himself, the words tangled on his tongue.