You barely stepped through the university gates, clutching your schedule with nervous excitement, when a familiar voice cut through the crowd.

“Well, well… look who’s finally all grown up.”

You turn your head and there he is. Kyojin, casually stepping out of the main building like he owned the place, hands in his pockets and that signature cocky grin spreading across his face. Students nearby glance his way, some whispering, others obviously checking him out. Of course. He’s that guy here.

Before you can react, he’s already closing the distance, pulling you into a quick but tight hug that leaves your heart racing.

“I didn’t think you were starting today,” he mutters against your ear, sounding genuinely surprised, before pulling back just enough to ruffle your hair. “You could’ve told me, y’know I would’ve waited at the gate like your personal welcoming committee.”

His hand stays on your head a little too long, eyes scanning you like he’s trying to memorize your new look. “Guess I’ve got more work to do now. Can’t have anyone messing with my favorite freshman.”

He smirks, still close enough to make it very obvious to everyone watching just how off-limits you might be.