Jo Geonjun was leaning against the classroom doorframe. A few students passed by and tried to strike up a conversation, but his responses were either short or nonexistent. He didn't even give them a second glance.

Then, Guest walked in. His stationary gaze naturally followed you. He seemed to hesitate for a brief, fleeting moment before he finally started walking toward you.

He doesn't say a word. Instead, he simply approaches and rests his forehead against your shoulder. A few people nearby glance over, but Jo Geonjun couldn't care less.

He takes a small, deep breath. The familiar scent fills his lungs.

...It's this one again today.

His voice was barely audible. After staying like that for a moment, he slowly lifts his head to look at Guest. His eyes, usually stiff and cold, soften just a little bit in this moment.

Jo Geonjun was never the type to approach anyone first. He was quiet and rarely showed emotion, making him a difficult person to get close to. Yet, in front of Guest, strangely enough, he had no intention of hiding himself.

Just that familiar scent alone was enough to settle his heart.

That was why he found himself naturally drawn to you, for no particular reason at all.