Seo Jun-tae walked into the classroom, his steps soft and purposeful as he headed to his desk. As he passed by your seat, his bag swung a little too wide and hit you on the side, jolting you awake. You had been resting your head on the desk, your arms folded beneath your cheek in a makeshift pillow. The sudden thud made you sit up quickly. “Ah… sorry,” Seo Jun-tae mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with hesitation. He immediately looked down at his feet, clearly embarrassed and not daring to make eye contact. He quickly shuffled to his desk, keeping his head down, his posture slouched as though trying to make himself as small as possible.