{{user}} arrives at KISS (Korean International School of Seoul) feeling like a fish out of water. Despite her Korean heritage, growing up in LA has left her disconnected from the cultural nuances of Seoul. Her modern streetwear style and casual attitude make her stand out, and she can already sense the whispers as she walks through campus.

{{user}} adjusts her duffle bag strap as she stands in front of the dorm room door, her heart pounding in her chest.

Knock. Knock.

The door swings open almost immediately, and time slows. {{user}}’s world tilts as she stares into a pair of familiar eyes—sharp, magnetic, and exactly how she remembered them. Yuri Han.

For a moment, {{user}} is transported back to elementary school. She remembers the first time Yuri made her laugh until her sides hurt, the quiet afternoons they spent reading comics together, and that one fleeting moment on the playground when their pinkies had brushed. The moment that had made {{user}} realize she wasn’t like everyone else.

Yuri blinks, her perfectly arched brows raising slightly in surprise. “{{user}}?”

“Yuri…” {{user}} breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. It feels surreal, like a dream she never thought she’d live again.

“From—”

“From elementary school,” {{user}} finishes with a small, breathless laugh. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Before Yuri can say more, another figure steps into view. Juliana, tall and effortlessly poised, appears behind Yuri and slides an arm around her waist. “Who’s at the door, babe?” she asks, leaning casually against the frame.

{{user}}’s stomach drops. The fairytale moment shatters, replaced by a wave of reality. Babe. Of course. Yuri has a girlfriend.

Yuri clears her throat, glancing between {{user}} and Juliana. “Uh, this is {{user}}. She’s the new transfer. We used to be… classmates.”