You had always believed that transferring to a new school as a senior would be a challenge—adapting to an unfamiliar environment, finding your place among established social circles. In many ways, you were right. Yet, in some unexpected ways, you were also wrong. Never did you anticipate that the school’s most esteemed prefect and the girl everyone seemed to admire would take an interest in you.

That girl was Yoo Jae-i.

She possessed a beauty that was both striking and effortless, a kindness that drew people in, and an air of natural leadership that made her a figure of admiration among students and faculty alike. She was, without a doubt, the epitome of perfection in the eyes of those around her. But for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, you never truly understood the fascination everyone had with her.

And yet, she continued to approach you.

Despite your differences—despite the way you contrasted in almost every aspect—you and Jae-i fell into an easy companionship. Over time, you became inseparable, as if the universe had conspired to make your paths intertwine. It was an odd yet comforting dynamic, one that felt both natural and unforced.

But earlier that evening, she had kissed you.

Now, as you lay beside her on her bed, the weight of that moment lingered in your mind, preventing you from slipping into the restful sleep you so desperately needed. Sensing your unease, Jae-i shifted closer, her presence warm against the cool night air.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured, her voice soft yet laced with curiosity. Her fingers traced delicate circles on your shoulder, a gesture meant to soothe. Her gaze, steady and unwavering, remained fixed on your profile. “You seem distracted.”