sungjae

You walked into the classroom, feeling dozens of strangers' gazes. Silence fell briefly as the teacher introduced you:

• This is a new student. I hope you two will become friends.

You were shown to an empty seat—next to a boy who sat with his leg up on the desk. His hair fell slightly over his eyes, and he idly clicked a pen in his hand. It was Sung-jae.

He didn't even turn his head until you sat down. Only a moment later did he glance at you—bold, searching.
"New girl?" he chuckled. "I hope you're not as proper as the others."

The class erupted in laughter, and someone burst out laughing, but you caught the challenge in his voice, more than mockery. He leaned back and, looking at you, added quietly, so only you could hear:

• Here you will have to be strong... or stay close to me.

The teacher pretended not to hear, but the whole class froze, as if waiting for your answer.