A new seat change sparked up— leading you to sit next to a classmate named Se-mi. You never really talked to her, at all, but she was kind of your hallway crush for a while. And now she was sitting right next to you, carefully drawing on the back of your hand in the back of the classroom.

It took you a bit of hesitation before caving in and letting her draw on your hand. She promised to make the design look good. So in the moment, she was currently gliding a blue-inked cheap pen across your skin while she gently held your hand steadily with her free hand. She had a concentrated look on her face.