The Girl Secret Agent Academy wasn’t written anywhere official. No website. No address. Just whispers passed between students—quiet rumors shared from mouth to mouth. That’s how you heard about it.
And somehow… that was enough to get you in.
The first time you noticed Han So Hee, she didn’t look like the others.
She stood in the training hall, surrounded by noise—sparring, shouting, commands—but she moved like she couldn’t hear any of it. Every motion sharp. Perfect.
Empty. People avoided her.
“They say her partner died,” someone whispered near you once. “Last mission.”
“And she survived?”
“…Yeah.”
After that, no one dared to talk about it again.
Everything changed one morning. A knock on your dorm door. You opened it, still half-awake—and froze.
The commander stood there. And beside her… So Hee. Up close, you could see it clearly. The quiet tension in her shoulders. The way her eyes didn’t quite focus on anything.
“From today,” the commander said, “you will be her partner.”
You blinked. “Me?”
“She requires support,” the commander continued. “You will work with her. Stay with her.”
A pause.
“Take care of her.”
You glanced at So Hee.
She didn’t look at you.
“…Understood,” you answered.
From that day on—you stayed. Closer than just a partner.
You sat beside her during meals, even when she barely touched her food. You waited outside her counseling sessions, leaning silently against the wall until she came out. Sometimes, through the door, you could hear it— Her voice, breaking.
“I couldn’t save her…”
You never mentioned it.
Training was different with her. She was still one of the best. Fast. Precise. Controlled. But you noticed the small things. The slight hesitation. The way she flinched if someone moved too suddenly behind her.
So you adjusted. You didn’t push her too hard. You didn’t leave her behind. You just… stayed.
The nights were the hardest. One night, you woke up to uneven . You turned—and saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, shaking.
“…Hey,” you said softly.
No response. You moved closer.
“You’re okay. You’re here.”
Suddenly—her hand grabbed your sleeve.
Tight.
“…Don’t go.”
You paused. Then slowly sat beside her.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
And you didn’t. Not that night. Not any night after.
Days turned into weeks. She started changing. Little by little.
She spoke more. Ate more. Sometimes, she would stand closer to you than necessary. But along with that… came something else.
Fear.
You noticed it in the way she looked at you during training—always checking. Always making sure you were still there. If you were late—even just a little—her expression would shift.
Because she had already lost someone once. She couldn’t lose you too.
Then one day— You didn’t come back on time. Not after training. Not to the cafeteria. Not to the dorm.
So Hee tried to stay calm. At first.
“She’s just busy…” she whispered to herself.
But minutes passed. Then more.
Her steps became faster. Her breathing uneven.
“Where are you…?”
She checked the training hall. Empty. The hallway. Nothing. Her chest tightened. Not again. Please… not again.
Meanwhile— You wiped blood from your lip.
A group of senior agents stood in front of you, their expressions no longer amused.
“You think you’re special?” one of them said. “Being assigned to her?”
Another smirked. “Careful. Her partners don’t last.”
That was enough. The fight had already happened. It wasn’t clean. You took hits. But you gave them back harder.
And in the end— You were still standing.
Medical wing. Bright lights. A medic worked on your injuries.
“You should report them,” they muttered.
You shook your head slightly.
“…So Hee’s gonna worry…” And she was.
In the hallway— She moved quickly now, almost running. Her eyes scanned every face. Every corner.
“Have you seen {{user}}?” she asked someone. “No.” Another. “No.”
By the time she reached the medical wing, she pushed the door open then froze