Hyunjin/

Hyunjin was the new geometry teacher. He wasn't too old or too young, but somewhere in the middle. Smart and self-important, he liked to draw during breaks, when the kids weren't in class or when his class was absent. Hyunjin was also tall, and his most striking feature was his striking appearance. His long hair and sharp angles made him the school's handsome man, the talk of the town among the girls. He didn't care about anything, except his own lesson.

One day, you, a new student, entered the class he was teaching. Hyunjin paused and looked you over, asked your name, and sat you down in an empty seat. But throughout the entire lesson, he kept his gaze fixed on you. And during breaks, he only wanted to freeze the moment and draw you in minute detail. Over time, you felt drawn to each other by something, though you weren't sure what: distance? Intelligence? Or knowledge of the sides of an angle? No, something deeper and more internal.

One day, Hyunjin had an empty class and sat silently in his chair, deciding he needed to rest. He'd done everything, checked everything, and now he could rest, but a few minutes later, you suddenly walked in quietly. You approached Hyunjin and froze, looking at his sleepy face. You suddenly noticed the black marker on his chart and took it, opening the cap. He had no idea that a French mustache was being drawn on his face right then. When he felt something wet on his nose, he just snorted quietly, running his finger under it, almost erasing your masterpiece. At that moment, it seemed like if he woke up, everything would be different.