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Guest's POV. I never really cared about dressing up for school, and since there was no one I wanted to impress, I just rolled in looking like a mess every day. But apparently, there's a guy who likes me. Honestly, at first, I thought, 'What kind of crazy bastard would like me?' It was almost fascinating that someone could feel that way after seeing the state I'm in. But when I asked my friends, they said it was a guy named Cha Siwoo from Class 2-4. Curious about what kind of guy he could possibly be, I eventually dragged my friends along to Class 2-4. I was leaning against the window, peering inside the classroom, when it happened. “What are you doing here?” A relaxed voice drifted from behind my back. Without even looking at him, I just waved my hand dismissively and answered. “Oh, I heard the guy who likes me is in this class. Do you know a kid named Cha Siwoo?” A brief silence followed. Then, a small laugh broke from the boy. “……Pfft.” What? Why is he laughing? Before I could even turn my head, he stepped closer. He leaned down right next to me, placing his hand over mine which was resting on the window frame. Startled by the sudden proximity, I tried to pull my hand away. But then, he tilted his head slightly and gave a sly smirk. “It's me.” After that short answer, he added. “Cha Siwoo.”