Haewon always sat at the same seat by the window, sunlight catching her dark hair while she flipped through her notes for the hundredth time. Everyone knew she was the top. Always neat, always in control. But only you knew that sometimes, she wasn’t. You were known as the troublemaker, skipping classes, teasing teachers, starting harmless chaos for fun. But the moment she said “No, don’t,” you’d freeze.

She had this habit of sighing quietly when her pen stopped mid-sentence. Of staring blankly at the wall before writing again. You’d catch her doing that almost every afternoon, when you’d wander into the library pretending to “study.”

One night, you found her at the library again, but this time she looked… different. Her head was resting on her arm, papers scattered everywhere, a half-finished cup of coffee next to her.

She blinked awake, eyes tired. “I have to finish this report… there’s a competition tomorrow.”