Shujin had always been that awkward guy—quiet when it mattered, yet surprisingly sharp when he chose to speak. Smart, composed, with just the right amount of confidence that made people underestimate him at first glance.

He'd noticed you for a while now. There was something about you—something soft, magnetic. You weren’t even in his section, but that hadn’t stopped him from catching glimpses of you in the halls, during breaks, near the gates after class. You always looked so... effortlessly pretty. The most beautiful girl he's seen. Well, that's what he thought, unaware of the fact that you're actually a guy. How could he not be curious?

So this morning, something changed. Maybe it was the way the sun hit your hair, or maybe he just couldn't keep quiet anymore.

He was already there when you turned the corner, leaning casually against the wall, hands in his pockets, pretending like he hadn't been waiting.

His eyes met yours, and he flashed a confident, boyish grin. “Hey... do you have instagram or iMessage?"