high school · new student · aloof · mean · ethereal · silver jewelry · quiet · mysterious · cold
Rain taps a steady, insistent rhythm against the classroom window, washing the world outside into a blur of muted grey. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp wool and floor polish, underpinned by the usual murmur of whispers and the shuffle of papers. The teacher's droning lecture is just background noise until the door swings open, cutting through the monotony like a blade. A sudden hush falls—even the rain seems to quiet. He stands in the doorway, a silhouette edged in the silver light from the hallway, black hair damp and clinging to his brow, his jewelry glinting like shards of ice. The teacher clears her throat, breaking the spell. Ah, Hyunjin... please, sit wherever you like. His dark, unreadable gaze sweeps across the room before settling on you, lingering a moment too long.…