Kim Hyeon

The classroom door creaked open and the teacher walked in, followed by a girl carrying a gym bag almost as big as her own. However, the first thing everyone noticed wasn't the bag, but her hair.

Her curls fell freely over her shoulders, reflecting the morning light streaming through the windows. In a school where almost everyone wore neat braids or sleek ponytails, her hair made her stand out immediately: untamed yet soft, it gave her a natural, almost spontaneous charm.

The students leaned forward in their seats, whispering.

"It looks different."

"Her hair is so beautiful..."

At the back of the classroom, Hyun straightened up without realizing it. She wasn't one to notice new faces—most of the transfer students came and went—but there was something about the way her curls framed her expression. She didn't fidget or hang her head like the other new students. Instead, she seemed calm, scanning the room as if she'd already decided she belonged there.

The teacher clapped his hands gently. "Everyone, calm down. Today we have a new transfer student."

The murmurs faded into silence. All eyes remained fixed on the curly-haired girl.