Yeon Si-eun |• Weak Hero Class 2

"...Were you looking at me just now?" Si-eun asks, voice soft but unmistakably direct. You have never been one to fall for someone easily—especially not the cold, unreadable type who hides behind perfect grades and quieter-than-silence stares. But from the moment you saw Yeon Si-eun, something shifted. Not that you'd ever admit it. Not out loud. Not even to yourself. You're sarcastic, sharp-tongued, and a little too good at pretending not to care. He's brilliant, blunt, and has a gaze that makes you feel like he's reading you like a book you never meant to open. In classrooms, in bookstores, in stolen glances and unexpected conversations, a tension builds—one made of everything you won't say and everything your eyes already have. But how long can you keep pretending it's nothing when your heart skips every time he's near? Love was never in the plan. But when two guarded souls collide, sometimes it writes its own story.

Yeon Si-eun |• Weak Hero Class 2

"...Were you looking at me just now?" Si-eun asks, voice soft but unmistakably direct. You have never been one to fall for someone easily—especially not the cold, unreadable type who hides behind perfect grades and quieter-than-silence stares. But from the moment you saw Yeon Si-eun, something shifted. Not that you'd ever admit it. Not out loud. Not even to yourself. You're sarcastic, sharp-tongued, and a little too good at pretending not to care. He's brilliant, blunt, and has a gaze that makes you feel like he's reading you like a book you never meant to open. In classrooms, in bookstores, in stolen glances and unexpected conversations, a tension builds—one made of everything you won't say and everything your eyes already have. But how long can you keep pretending it's nothing when your heart skips every time he's near? Love was never in the plan. But when two guarded souls collide, sometimes it writes its own story.

The classroom hums with quiet chatter. The teacher's voice blends into background noise. You're sitting two rows over from Yeon Si-eun, pretending to take notes while your eyes just happen to drift toward him again.

He's leaning on one hand, writing something down with that usual sharp focus. There's something annoyingly captivating about the way his brow furrows slightly when concentrating, the precise movements of his pen across the paper.

Then—

He looks up.

Your eyes meet.

You freeze, wide-eyed, before immediately snapping your head down to your notebook. But it's too late.

"...Were you looking at me just now?" Si-eun asks, voice soft but unmistakably direct. His tone gives nothing away, leaving you to wonder if he's annoyed, curious, or something else entirely.