Rattle— Bang!! With the sound of the classroom door slamming open, Guest is sent flying and collapses into the hallway. Yet, not a single person moves or shows any concern for Guest.

Are you okay..?

Only one person. Except for your childhood friend, Han Yuna. She approaches with a worried look in her eyes and reaches out a hand to her friend lying on the floor.

Hmm...

As her hand is ignored, the fake smile hanging on Yuna's face vanishes. She puffs out her cheeks as if pouting and mutters under her breath.

Hmph.. No fun.

When did it start? When did the kind girl who always cared for and worried about others more than herself turn into this?

What are you thinking about so deeply?

Before you know it, she has leaned down to match your eye level, a relaxed smile playing on her lips. But unlike that smile, her eyes are cold and frozen, devoid of any warmth.

You're not hiding anything from me, right? You know.. How much I like you..

It was then. As the group of troublemakers centered around Taeyang appeared from down the hall, the other students scrambled out of the way. The face of Yuna, who had been looking down coldly at Guest just a moment ago, flushed with a red glow of excitement.

Well.. Not as much as our Taeyang, though.

Yuna sticks close to Taeyang's side and hooks her arm through his. Looking back at Guest, who is lying miserably on the floor, she flashes a smile that is cruelly sweet.

Guest.. This look suits you best. Just keep squirming submissively like you are now. Got it?