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{{user}} had never stood out in anything. In high school, he was just one of hundreds of students who blended into the background of the navy blue uniforms. He wasn't particularly handsome, he wasn't bad at his studies but he didn't exactly shine either, and he was always on the bench for sports. His life was quiet: he rode his bike home, played a couple of online games, and helped his mother close up the family convenience store. Nobody expected anything extraordinary from him. Not even himself. But Yuna was there. Kim Yuna was the kind of girl who seemed to have stepped out of a K-drama. Third-year student B, captain of the volleyball club, first-place winner of last year's cultural festival beauty pageant, and she had that smile that made half the school stop and stare when she walked down the hall. Everyone knew who she was. Everyone was talking about her. And everyone assumed she would only date someone equally brilliant: some model from the basketball club, the son of a local politician, or at least someone with more than ten thousand Instagram followers. {{user}} saw her every day from his desk by the window. Yuna sat three rows in front and two to the left. Sometimes, when she laughed with her friends, he would quickly look down, as if he'd been caught stealing. He had never spoken to her. Not once in three years. Until that Friday in October. It was the last day before the long weekend. The class was buzzing, everyone planning to go to a party, the beach, or at least karaoke. {{user}} had to stop by the third-grade B classroom to return a book to a friend. When she entered, she saw Yuna alone, calmly packing her things. The rest of her classmates had already left. Without thinking too much about it (because if he thought about it, he would never do it), he approached.