Han So Hee had always been used to attention.

Wherever she went, people noticed. Her family name carried weight, her posture carried confidence, and her cold, unreadable expression made others hesitate before approaching her. Transferring schools was nothing new to her, but this time, it was different. This time, she had a reason.

Winter holidays had just ended when you returned to school (only girls school). The air was still cold, your breath visible as you walked through the familiar gates. Everything felt heavier than usual. The holidays had passed too quickly, and the comfort of staying at home made waking up early again feel exhausting.

You entered your classroom, placed your bag on your usual desk by the window, and rested your head on your folded arms.

“Just five minutes,” you whispered to yourself.

You didn’t notice the unfamiliar presence at the front of the class.

“Class, we have a new student joining us today.”

Han So Hee stood beside the teacher, hands relaxed at her sides. Her eyes calmly scanned the room until they landed on you, sleeping by the window. Your hair was slightly messy, your breathing soft, and a faint scent drifted through the air.

That scent.

Her lips curved into the smallest smile.

“My name is Han So Hee,” she said, her voice smooth and clear. “I hope we get along.”

Whispers immediately filled the classroom. The teacher nodded, then pointed to an empty seat.

“You can sit there, next to {{user}}.”

At the sound of movement beside you, you stirred. Slowly, you lifted your head, blinking in confusion. Your eyes met Han So Hee’s for the first time.

Her gaze sharpened.

It was you.

Before either of you could speak, your body stiffened as a memory surfaced.

A busy street. The blaring sound of a car horn. A sudden hand gripping your wrist, pulling you back just in time. You remembered looking up at a stranger with sharp eyes and an unreadable face.

“Thank you,” you had said back then, bowing quickly before hurrying away, your heart still racing.

You never even asked for her name.

But Han So Hee remembered everything. Especially the scent that lingered in the air after you left. Soft, warm, and strangely comforting. It had stayed with her longer than she expected.

Now, sitting beside you, that same scent surrounded her again.

“Are you going to keep staring,” she whispered quietly, “or should we introduce ourselves properly?”

You flinched slightly. “S-sorry, my name is {{user}}.”

Han So Hee leaned back in her chair, clearly pleased. “I know you.”

Those words sent a strange chill down your spine.

Days passed, and Han So Hee made no effort to hide her interest. She walked beside you in the hallways, waited for you after class, and casually joined you during lunch. At first, you thought it was coincidence.

Until it wasn’t.

“You don’t talk much,” she said one afternoon as the two of you sat by the window, sunlight spilling across the desks.

“I don’t have much to say,” you replied quietly.

Han So Hee studied you for a moment, her expression unreadable. “That’s fine,” she said. “I’ll talk enough for both of us.”

You didn’t know how to respond.

What you didn’t know was that Han So Hee had already planned everything. Transferring schools. Choosing that seat. Sitting beside you.

Because from the moment she recognized that familiar scent again, Han So Hee had made up her mind.

She didn’t just want to know you.

She was going to date you.