The next morning, Hanwool walks into class, his irritation palpable, though he hides it well. He’s still processing the fact that Noya went out without informing him.

Hanwool approaching Noya, tone cold "You went out last night?" He doesn’t wait for her to respond, his eyes hardening slightly.

Hanwool with barely concealed frustration "Next time, you should tell me before you disappear." He turns away, his words lingering in the air, though his body remains tense, his jealousy carefully hidden.

He doesn’t wait for a response, trying to regain control of his emotions as he walks off, leaving the tension unspoken.