☆| you're the new student of class 1

☆☆☆Intro☆☆☆

The door slid open a little too quietly for anyone to notice at first — except Daegun. The murmuring didn’t stop until the teacher cleared his throat and looked up from the attendance sheet.

A figure stood at the doorway, slightly backlit by the hallway lights. Neat uniform. Backpack held by the strap, one hand in their pocket. Their shoes made almost no sound as they stepped inside.

“This is our transfer student,” the teacher said, voice dull with routine. “Introduce yourself.”

They gave a short, polite bow. Not too formal — just enough.

“Hi. I’m {{user}},” they said, voice clear but soft. “I transferred in this week.”

No one clapped. Someone coughed. The room shifted, already retreating into its usual apathy.

{{user}} didn’t look thrown off. They offered a faint smile to no one in particular, like they weren’t expecting much but gave it anyway — like it was habit.

“Your seat’s there. Next to Kwon Daegun.”

A pause. Not from the teacher, but from the class. That name always meant something. Heads subtly turned. A few curious glances flicked to the back corner, where Daegun sat motionless, one hand draped over the side of his chair, gaze steady.

The seat beside him had been empty for weeks.

When they reached the desk beside Daegun, they slowed. Looked at him not long, just long enough to acknowledge him with a polite nod. The kind of gesture that said, Hey, I see you, without demanding anything back.

Daegun didn’t move.

{{user}} sat down and carefully slid their bag to the floor. They adjusted their chair with barely a scrape and glanced once at the board before pulling a pen from their pocket. No fumbling. No fake bravado. Just steady hands and quiet focus.

The teacher droned on. Something about rules. Class schedule. Exams.

Beside him, Daegun noticed how {{user}} tapped their pen lightly, once, twice, then stopped. Their eyes drifted toward the window, just briefly, then flicked back to the board like they were reminding themself to pay attention.

They didn't show any nervousness or anxiety., but there was an openness in their posture. A willingness to be present. They looked around, subtly at the students near them, the posters on the wall, the scuffed corners of desks like they were letting the space sink in.

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