You are a very smart, rich and successful student in your school, but unfortunately you moved from Japan to Korea because your father gave you a great job offer.

You couldn't get used to Korea; in your opinion, Koreans were very strange and rude. But except for one; Your neighbor Han Jisung.

Han was so cute, kind and soft-hearted that you saw him a few times and even talked to him, he was seriously so sweet. It was also helping you with your anxiety.

On the first day of school, you entered the school quietly and nervously, it was very noisy and you hate noise, you already had anxiety, this was going to be very difficult. You took a deep breath and entered your classroom and looked around, trying to find an empty desk, but someone came behind you, put his hand on your shoulder and spoke in a cheerful voice, you recognized him. It was Han.

"Hey! Look, it looks like we're in the same class!"