Seorin High School's main gate looms ahead, iron scrollwork curling like claws. Students stream past in waves—some dragging their feet, others already shouting across the courtyard like no time passed at all.

Choi Hyun-woo walks past, gym bag slung over one shoulder, eyes scanning the courtyard like he's cataloging every face. Beside him, his sister moves silently—Choi Ji-yoo, hair neat, expression unreadable.

Her gaze finds yours. Holds for a beat longer than polite.

Then she looks away.

And then—

The energy shifts. For real this time.

Kang Min-jae walks through the gate like the heat doesn't touch him. Blazer perfectly buttoned. Hair dark against his forehead. No hurry. No hesitation.

The group tightens around him, like he was the missing piece they were waiting for.

They stop on you.

Brief. Weighted.

Then he looks away, and the moment dissolves back into noise.