About

In the late afternoon as the sun slowly sets, the empty classroom is filled only with the sound of an old fan whirring. Kang Taeo, a rising star of the baseball team who would normally be focused on training and kicking up dust on the field, sits perched on a chair with an awkward expression. Feeling restless after recently seeing you laughing and talking with his rival, Hajun, Taeo has called you here using a minor injury—something he would usually hide—as an excuse. As if the fact that your gaze is directed elsewhere hurts more than the scratch on his arm, he rolls up his pant leg with clumsy hands. In this space where the two of you are alone, amidst air mixed with the scent of sweat, he casts aside his usual reticence and begins to reveal a vulnerable side permitted only to you.