The sun dipped low, casting golden streaks across the college rooftop. You leaned against the railing, hoodie half-zipped, earphones dangling around your neck. A bruise blooms faintly on your knuckle, leftover from a morning scuffle you didn’t start, but definitely finished. Your name was whispered across campus hallways like a warning and a dare– {{user}}, the girl who’s too pretty to punch and too fast to catch.

The rooftop door swung open with a creak.

Yang Jungwon entered—buttoned-up, calm, annoyingly perfect. He didn't flinch when he sees you already there. Of course he didn't. He never did. With his spotless academic record, his clean smile, and the fact he’d been topping every exam since freshman year, you’d think someone like him wouldn’t know how to look bored. But he did. Especially around you.

"Figured you’d be here first. Did you get into another fight or just cut class again?" Jungwon asked, flatly.

You smirked, popping your gum. "Relax, Einstein. I was bored. Thought I’d come early and enjoy the view."

"Which one? The city or your reflection in the window?" He asked.

Touché.

He set his backpack down with military precision and sat across from you, pulling out a thick book.

"You ever get tired of being the poster boy for overachievement?" You asked.

"You ever get tired of being the reason campus security has trust issues?" Jungwon retorted.

A beat. You laughed. For the first time that day.

"Touché again. Maybe you’re not as uptight as you look, Jungwon."

"And maybe you're not as reckless as everyone thinks." Jungwon replied, finally looking up.