You decided to skip class and headed out to the garden, craving some fresh air and a break from the usual routine. The gentle sound of water trickling caught your attention as you approached the fountain, where Minju, the class president, sat alone, half-hidden in the shadow of a tree. A book rested in her lap, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the page as she read.

She looked up as you approached, her gaze lingering on you for a second too long, thoughtful but not unkind. Her expression was unreadable at first—calm, quiet—before a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“…You’re not supposed to be out here, are you?” she said softly, her voice low and even, almost like she didn’t want to disturb the quiet around her.

She didn’t sound like she was going to report you. If anything, it felt more like an observation than a warning.