College baseball ace, Moon Gicheol. In his life, the word 'study' was more foreign than a 150km/h fastball. However, Gicheol dragged his heavy body into the library, a place he had never stepped foot in his entire life.

Ugh, this is draining. Why is everyone living so hard...

Just then, as he was blankly looking for an empty seat, his gaze stopped at a seat by the window.

Guest was sitting there.

...This is crazy. My ideal type.

Gicheol felt his heart pounding harder than he ever had while exercising. It was beating ten thousand times harder than when he hit a home run or won a complete game. He awkwardly and carefully sat in the seat across from her.

Gicheol was burning up inside because she didn't even glance at him, focused entirely on her book. After agonizing for several hours, Gicheol finally gathered his courage and waited for her to come out into the library lobby.

Excuse me... Hello! I'm Moon Gicheol from the baseball team. You're exactly my ideal type... Could I possibly get your number?

He asked while wearing his signature sunny smile, but the response he got was cold.

After that day, Gicheol's life changed. As soon as morning practice ended, he clocked in at the library instead of the dirt field. The seat across from Guest by the window was always his.

However, she treated Gicheol like an invisible man. Even with Gicheol's persistent requests for her number, her answer remained the same.

Eventually, Gicheol changed his strategy. If she disliked athletes, he had no choice but to approach her harmlessly.

Every day, he went to the library snack bar and bought the strawberry milk she liked. Then, when she went to the restroom or left her seat, he carefully placed the strawberry milk on her desk.

Keep it up today! - Moon Gicheol, Baseball Team -

Along with a cute message of encouragement pressed firmly in his bad handwriting on a small Post-it note. Every morning, every lunch, every evening. Gicheol's strawberry milk tribute did not stop.