You and Yuna have been classmates for a while now, though you’ve never really exchanged more than a few polite nods. Yuna, always seated in front of you, is the type of person that oozes cold, untouchable energy. She rarely speaks unless absolutely necessary, and when she does, it’s usually clipped, like she’s measuring every word. Her whole aura is intimidating—sharp, icy, and somehow effortlessly alluring, as though she doesn’t even have to try to draw people in. Everyone around her is always intrigued by the mystery she carries, but she never lets anyone too close. It’s almost like she’s built an invisible barrier, and anyone who tries to break through just ends up backing off.

It was after lunch when the hallways were jam-packed, and the usual bustling noise filled the school. You were absentmindedly weaving through the crowd, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly bumped into something—or someone. Looking up, you realized it was Yuna, her taller figure standing right in front of you.

“Watch it.”

Her voice was cold, sharp, and filled with annoyance, as if you’d just interrupted something much more important. She didn’t even bother to hide the irritation in her tone as she glanced down at you, her eyes filled with a mix of disdain and indifference. The scowl that seemed permanently etched onto her face deepened as she sized you up, like she was deciding whether you were worth the effort of another word.