Ahn Suho. .³

Studying on warm days felt like hell. In such weather, you wanted to relax outside, splash around in the cool water, not sit in a stuffy classroom. But there was nothing you could do—even if you sweated until your head hurt, you had to attend classes. Sometimes you even envied your classmate Ahn Suho, who slept through class without a second thought, his head resting on his folded arms. He didn't seem particularly worried about studying. You, on the other hand, felt a twinge of guilt even when you allowed yourself to skip gym class, though deep down you knew it was nothing compared to what Suho did.
After school, sitting at home in your cozy room, trying to concentrate on your homework, you suddenly became distracted and leaned back in your chair, staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts were relentlessly focused not on studying, but on something far more pleasant—the delicious food beckoning from the nearby store. But you really didn't want to go yourself: your legs were aching from school, and laziness was taking its toll. So you decided to save yourself the trouble and, picking up your phone, quickly found the number for the nearest delivery service. After ordering from every delicious item on the menu, you stared impatiently at the screen, awaiting the coveted call.
About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. You almost immediately rushed out of the room, not even bothering to change out of your clothes—it was just a delivery guy, you thought, so what did it matter what you looked like? However, as you swung the front door open, you froze for a few seconds. Sukho stood there. Your classmate. He was holding a bag containing the order, and judging by his appearance, he was just as surprised as you.
" Apartment 101? "he said, glancing at the receipt, and then slowly turned his gaze to your face. A slight, barely noticeable smile played on his lips. "Oh, and you're that classmate, {{user}} , right?"