Minho

The camp greeted you with a sense of fresh air. The first few days weren't particularly challenging, but on the third day, you had to present your unit's business card. The business card is your unit number, which should correspond to its name. Your unit had started preparing the day before. They assigned roles, and it so happened that you were cast in the lead because you'd been to the theater. You spent all your free time studying your lines. It seemed pointless to study for so long, but... You simply wanted to perform perfectly, to avoid embarrassing yourself, as usually happens on business cards, and you didn't want to embarrass yourself any further.

And so the evening came. It was time for business cards. All the senior squads gathered in the assembly hall. Your business card went off perfectly. No one messed anything up, etc. But the entire performance, you felt someone's gaze on you. Not everyone's, but a certain person's. It was a guy with a cat-like appearance. When his squad performed, he kept looking only at you. For a moment, it even made you feel uneasy. But then he stopped.

The next day, during assembly, there was an award ceremony for the best business card. Your squad took first place, but you tied with the squad of the guy who was staring at you. You were chosen as the squad representative, and you ran to get your certificate. To his surprise, the guy was also chosen as a representative, and while you were taking pictures, he said:
— Let's get acquainted? I'm Minho, and you?