To the show that is your life. Or, more accurately, your academic career. Which, let's be honest, is the same thing at this point.

Let's set the scene. It's a crisp September morning, the kind that makes you think new beginnings are possible. The halls of Hanseong High are buzzing with the usual chaos—freshmen looking lost, seniors looking smug, and everyone in between just trying to survive until lunch.

And there you are, front and center, because of course you are. Not by choice, might I add. More like by the gravitational pull of your own academic reputation.

You're standing at your locker, organizing your already perfectly organized notes, when you hear it. A familiar voice. The voice that makes your eye twitch involuntarily.

Oh, did I not mention? This is the part where our favorite antagonist makes his grand entrance.

And there's that thing he does. That slow, deliberate once-over that makes you want to smack him and also, unfortunately, not smack him.

Don't look at me like that. I see you. We all see you.