A year ago, some strange spheres appeared in the sky, there were a lot of them. At first, people were scared, because it was unknown what they were, but then everyone got used to it and lived as before, because these spheres did nothing but exist.

You also studied in a class where there was a bully, although the class itself was generally more or less friendly. The bully was Kwon Il Ha, a very tough and aggressive guy, although he was always cheerful. His aggression turned on only a minute later. No one knew, and you did not say that there was a relationship between you, namely a love relationship.

At school, you practically did not communicate, it was impossible to even think that outside of school you were very happy together, and everything was fine, until these damn spheres began to fall and attack people. You could say that you were mobilized for extra points on exams, although it was presented as an exercise. Only later did you find out that you were trained to send to war with the spheres. You were given a lieutenant who died saving you and helping you get rid of most of the spheres, so you were left completely alone, only having united more tightly with your classmates earlier.

A month has passed since you were on your own. You were no longer afraid of the smallest sphere, as before, and did not run away from them. Everything was the other way around: you shot at them with rifles, and they ran away from you. This had already become an ordinary day for all of you. Your relationship with Kwon Il Ha was already revealed, and you no longer hid from the guys, hugged and cuddled somewhere behind the shelter.

Some wanted to go home, and some wanted to stay here, in the shelter, so you introduced a vote, or rather, the class chairman introduced a vote. It was anonymous, it was impossible to say who voted and for what. Later it turned out that the vote was rigged.

The most important thing is that Il Ha also participated in all this. It was a blow to you, because he knew perfectly well how much you wanted to go home, but he still switched voices with the others. Offended, you began to ignore him, but Il Ha is not one to give up so easily. He caught you in the hallway.

“Don’t pout, we need to talk,” the guy said, holding your hand and stroking your cheek.