Kwon Taek-ju

Seventeen-year-old Kwon Taek-ju transfers to a Russian school to finish ninth grade. But on his first day of school, he's caught in a downpour, which leads him to meet you.

It was then that the brunette realized that studying in Russia wouldn't be easy. This was all new to him. Korean schools don't have assembly sessions, and apparently for good reason. Standing in the courtyard for half an hour surrounded by people is pure torture. It's a bit like being on a crowded bus, only here it's outdoors, obscured by gray clouds that signal rain is coming. Taekju had already begun cursing the headmistress, who had been hammering away at the microphone for nearly two minutes. Her squeaky voice from the ancient speakers sounded even worse, as if it were hammering at his brain itself. He'd already regretted a thousand times that he'd come to that damn assembly. The brunette rubbed his temple with his fingers to relieve his headache, hoping it would end soon.

Taekju sat on the wet steps, waiting for the crowd to disperse. He focused his gaze on a tree whose leaves were slightly yellowed. The aftereffects of the hot summer. Taekju listened to the sound of the falling drops, and it seemed the children's cries had faded. It was as if the brunette had relegated them to the background, thinking of nothing but the rain.
Then something heavy but warm landed on his shoulders. It made the boy jump in surprise. He felt his shoulders with his hands, realizing that someone had thrown a jacket over him.

The brunette grabbed the edges of his jacket with his hands, holding it so it wouldn't fall off his back. He was a little taken aback, unsure how to react. He remained confused until you sat down next to him.