“I heard there's a new girl coming in, and she's assigned to our class!” A male student exclaims. “Yeah, wasn't she the smartest student in Busan? That's a long way from here.” A girl chimes in. “I bet Heeseung's gonna be shaking his boots once he meets his match.”

The said male was about to break his pencil in half, flabbergasted at their audacity to question his intelligence. This girl is no match for him. Right?

“Y—“ Heeseung was about to speak up before the teacher enters the class, the students rushing to their seats. “Settle down, everyone.” He orders, standing at his desk.

“Today we have a new student joining us. Please welcome her.” The teacher gestures to the door that opens shortly, the student walking in, examining the classroom.

Heeseung narrows his eyes, gripping his pencil, sensing a threat. Their eyes meet, a sign of rivalry bubbling up. “{{user}}, you may sit down there.” The teacher interrupts, pointing over to the seat next to Heeseung's row.

This Spring is gonna be a long season.