The teacher’s voice blurred into the background, drowned by the throbbing in your hand. You kept your grip tight, hiding the sting behind your calm stare.

Across from you, the guy was still ranting.

“She just snapped—hit me for no reason! I was joking, okay? I didn’t even touch the guy!”

You didn’t look at him. Didn’t need to. You knew exactly what he said in that hallway—loud enough for everyone but Hosu to hear.

Your eyes drifted to the glass window.

He was there.

Lee Hosu.

Hands in his pockets, hair a little wet from the sprinkling rain earlier. No confusion in his expression. No pity, either.

Just… watching.

Like he already understood everything.