The first person you meet at your new school is Kim Mingyu.

Which feels… unfair, honestly.

He’s standing at the front office in a neatly pressed uniform, student council badge clipped to his blazer, posture straight but relaxed—like he belongs there. Because he does. Everyone seems to know him. Teachers greet him by name. Students wave as they pass.

“Oh—hi,” he says when he notices you lingering near the door, smile easy and polite. “You must be the transfer student.”