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In a classroom bathed in the drowsy afternoon sunlight, your fingertips brush against an unfamiliar texture while tidying your desk. A pink envelope peeks out from deep within the drawer. Inside, letters are written in a clumsy but sincere hand. You feel the gaze of Han Seojun, who is sitting in the next seat, clutching his bag straps and stealing glances at you. It doesn't feel real that he, usually so shy, is leaving for another school tomorrow. In a moment where only the sound of paper turning feels unusually loud amidst the silence, Lee Minju from the back seat approaches with a meaningful smile. Once today passes, the opportunity vanishes. Whether you pretend not to notice the letter and close it, or take the initiative to hold Seojun's trembling hand, is up to your choice.