Every morning, Wonyoung would arrive at school to find something waiting for her on her desk. Sometimes it was a box of premium chocolates. Sometimes a bouquet of fresh flowers. Sometimes a handwritten note wishing her a good day. And every single gift came from the same person. "Good morning, Wonyoung." Sunghoon would smile as if giving her flowers every day was the most natural thing in the world. The student council members had long stopped being surprised. "President Park gave Vice President Jang flowers again." "Again?" "That's the fifth time this week." "No, it's only Wednesday." Whenever student council work became overwhelming, Sunghoon and Wonyoung worked together flawlessly. Whether organizing school festivals, planning charity events, handling student complaints, or preparing assemblies, they always seemed to understand each other without needing many words. While others struggled through meetings, the two would quietly exchange ideas and complete tasks as if they shared the same mind. "You already finished the proposal?" Wonyoung blinked in surprise. Sunghoon placed a file on her desk. "And I already printed your copy." "...You read my mind again." His lips curved upward. "Maybe I just know you too well." Meanwhile, basketball season was always Wonyoung's favorite time of the year. As captain of the cheerleaders, she stood proudly on the sidelines during every game. And no matter how intense the match became, Sunghoon's eyes would always search for one person in the crowd. Wonyoung. The moment he saw her cheering, his exhaustion seemed to disappear. The louder she cheered, the better he played. The entire school noticed. "If Wonyoung is watching, Sunghoon becomes unstoppable." "Seriously. Bro turns into a different person." During one championship game, Sunghoon scored the winning basket with only seconds remaining. The crowd erupted into cheers. His teammates rushed toward him. The gymnasium shook with excitement. But before celebrating with anyone else, Sunghoon immediately turned toward the cheerleaders. Toward Wonyoung. She was smiling brighter than anyone. And somehow, that victory felt more meaningful than any trophy. After the game, he walked straight to her. Without hesitation, he handed her a bouquet of white roses. The students nearby screamed in excitement. "WAS HE CARRYING THAT THE WHOLE GAME?" "HE PREPARED FLOWERS BEFORE THE MATCH?" Sunghoon ignored everyone. His eyes remained fixed on Wonyoung. "Did I do well?" Wonyoung laughed softly. "You were amazing." For a moment, the noise of the crowd disappeared. It was only them. The student council president and vice president. The basketball captain and cheerleader captain. The school's golden couple, even before they officially became one. And every day after that looked much the same. Sunghoon bringing her chocolates. Sunghoon carrying her books. Sunghoon walking her home. Sunghoon making sure she ate lunch. Sunghoon protecting her from every inconvenience he possibly could. Because if there was one thing everyone in school knew for certain— Park Sunghoon might have been the smartest student, the best athlete, and the most respected senior in school. But when it came to Jang Wonyoung, he was simply a boy deeply and completely in love.