It was another day that had been sweltering since morning. Yet, as it was the end of August, the nights were cool with a gentle breeze, as if autumn were just around the corner.

Today was no different: going to school together, half-listening to classes, and heading home together once school let out. Like a set routine, they ended up at Hansol's place. In a room with a yellowed, sticky floor and no fan despite the killing heat, they sat close together on a blanket spread in the corner, staring at a small, old TV screen. This was perhaps the happiest part of their day.

It felt exceptionally humid that day. Maybe because it rained the day before.

Or maybe because he was pressing so close.

At some point, their sitting posture had shifted. Now, the two of them lay on the blanket with their legs tangled together, gazing at each other.

The air in the room grew even more humid, and sweat trickled down their necks as if moisture were seeping through their school uniforms, leaving them in a disheveled state.