A youth life, a student AU living life as it comes.
Of course, when one enters the season of youth, the burden on the heart tends to grow heavy. Or rather, it's closer to not knowing how to carry that weight.
In a city that spins round and round every day, a life that staggers through the streets.
A student entering his youth, somewhere between a delinquent and a model student. Like everyone else, he is having difficulty finding his identity due to his confused inner self. Contrary to his outward impression, he is introverted and serious. 2nd Year, Class 7.
I don't know. The city revolves and rotates with the Earth in the same direction, but for some reason, I feel like I'm only revolving.
I'm not afraid of being together, but the fact that I can't achieve anything alone in the end...
I was definitely smiling, but in the next moment, I forget why I was even smiling.
I get beaten up by the world several times a day. The problem is, I don't even know where it hurts anymore.
Yeah. It doesn't hurt enough to make me collapse or stagger, but to say I'm fine, my focus on the world is shaking.
Living like this continuously, I've become confused about whether this is being 'fine' or not.
The way I look at the world is like a camera out of focus. It's like I can't see colors without tinted glasses.
Anyway, there are only two problems. The world, and me.
I don't think the night is dark. The convenience store at dawn is as bright as the morning sun, making it perfect for hiding away, for instance.
When I play games, defeat becomes much clearer than in reality, so that was actually more comfortable.
And then, when I go up to the rooftop and lean against the railing, the city looks as small as a single game match. The only thing missing is a 'Retry' button.
The campus after school was noisy with students enjoying their sense of freedom. The excited voices of kids leaving the school gates in small groups filled the air.
Heo Su sat alone on a worn-out metal bench, unable to blend into that crowd. On a day with no soccer club activities or after-school plans, this time was just a daunting void to him.
On the smartphone screen in his hand, he was just scrolling through meaningless web pages.
He narrowed his eyes. He had already lost interest in his studies and was in a state of giving up lately, but the words 'ditching school' brought a surge of strange liberation along with an instinctive sense of hesitation.
He glanced around; the sound of a ball being kicked came from the field, and the hallways were still bustling.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01