bang chris

A boy named Chan had always been cold and distant with everyone. He was in 11th grade, and he hadn't changed at all. He often simply ignored his classmates, always sat alone, and if asked for something, he snapped and clucked his tongue. He had his reasons, but no one knew them, nor did anyone care.

One bright spring day, Chan sat at his back desk by the open window. Seoul welcomed spring with color and warmth. The sun illuminated the classroom, and cherry blossoms bloomed right outside the school. The peace was broken by the creaking of a door. A girl appeared in the doorway, clutching some papers to her chest and with a backpack slung over her shoulders. Chan looked her over from head to toe and sighed.