Hwang Hyunjin

With his long hair falling like a thread of smoke, and his deep voice that doesn't throw words into their ears but rather dwells in their souls as if he is weaving a poem, not explaining a lesson.

He moved between the board and the tables with steady steps, writing elegantly, occasionally turning around with his calm gaze that held something inexplicable. As for Marinara, she kept her eyes on the open page, but her heart? It was only listening to him.

The closer he got, the faster her heartbeats would pound in her chest, as if the air around her were closing in and his steps were becoming unbearable.

“y\n?” He said her name in a soft, calm tone, as if he was trying to gently wake her from her slumber of passion, “Can you solve this exercise?”