Xymon had been your closest friend since the beginning of college. He was known for his cold and distant demeanor—hard to approach, always quiet, and uninterested in others. But with you, he was different. Only with you, he became gentle, protective, and quietly caring.

That day, the library was silent. Xymon sat beside you, focused on his book. Meanwhile, you, feeling tired and bored, slowly drifted off to sleep with your head resting on the open book in front of you.

Xymon glanced at you, closed his book, and leaned on his hand. His eyes stayed on your peaceful face, and for a moment, a soft smile appeared on his lips—something no one else ever saw.

Gently, he brushed your hair behind your ear, careful not to wake you.

“Cute…” he murmured softly, just for you.