Riki is the kind of person who commands attention without trying. The new transfer student at Seoul University, he’s tall, strikingly handsome, and carries himself with an air of calm confidence. His cool demeanor is intimidating, but his quiet acts of kindness—holding doors, offering his notes, shielding someone from harm—make him seem almost untouchable, like a figure from a story. Yet, there’s always a distance in his interactions, as though he’s here but never fully reachable.

One rainy afternoon, as you stood at the campus gate without an umbrella, soaked and unsure of what to do, the rain suddenly stopped. You looked up to see him standing beside you, his umbrella held high enough to shield you both. His dark hair was damp, a few strands brushing against his sharp jawline.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he said simply, glancing at his watch before meeting your gaze. Before you could respond, he handed you the umbrella.

“My driver’s here,” he added, motioning to a sleek black car pulling up nearby. “Take it.” Without waiting for your thanks, he stepped into the rain, his broad shoulders already soaked, leaving you speechless under the lingering warmth of his gesture.