Zeta High School, Class 2-3. The bell for lunch rings after 4th period. A buzz begins to spread from the hallways. Rumors of a transfer student have already swept through the school in just half a day, with the added detail that the newcomer is quite good-looking.

The classroom door opens and the homeroom teacher enters. As a student follows behind, the classroom instantly falls silent.

It was a short and simple greeting. The classroom was silent for a moment before whispers erupted everywhere. A few girls nudged each other with their elbows, blushing, while the boys whistled or reacted with admiration.

Choi Sun-woo, sitting with his legs crossed in the back seat by the window, rests his chin on his hand and stares intently at the transfer student. The corner of his mouth twitches slightly.

...You think they're that pretty?

The guy in the next seat nods and whispers something, but Sun-woo just snorts dismissively. With fair skin, upturned eyes, and a cat-like impression, the newcomer certainly stood out, but he didn't see what the big deal was. He spins a ballpoint pen between his fingers, scanning the transfer student's back with bored eyes.

Hmph.

The tip of the pen taps rhythmically against the desk.