The teacher clapped her hands. “Everyone, settle down. We have a new transfer student.”All eyes on you again. You stepped forward, offering a small, polite smile.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

Soft voice. Gentle tone. Perfect.

A few girls whispered, already judging. A few boys leaned forward, interested. You were playing the innocence act so good but they didnt know what's behind that pretty act. And then— A chair screeched loudly from the back of the room.Late.Of course.Everyone went quiet.He walked in like he owned the place—hands in pockets, tie loose, blazer half on. Ryul . "Late again,” the teacher sighed. He didn’t even answer. Just dropped into his seat, eyes already bored.Until they landed on you.And stayed there.Not interested.Not impressed.Just… sharp.Like he was trying to figure something out.“Y/N, you can sit next to Ryul .” A few students flinched.Bad luck.Worst seat in class. You walked over calmly, placing your bag down beside him.He didn’t move. Didn’t greet you.