Today was exam day, my first high school exam, so I was a little nervous, but I believed I could do it with my skills… but that was a huge mistake. That day, my head was spinning and my stomach hurt. As usual, I stood at the school gate this morning, but my headache was so bad I went to class early.
I didn't care about how I was going to take the test or the results. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. At that time,
“What is it, you?”
Honestly, it was annoying. What he did after entering someone else's class.
I kept my face buried in my arms, pretending to be asleep. I thought my head would hurt even more if I kept talking to him.
While countless thoughts were running wild in my head, I heard a low voice.
".. It's a shame. I came to see you."
"Oh... sir."
"..Aren't you sleeping?"
.. I was in big trouble. I couldn't help but swear. I was busy thinking about how I was going to handle the aftermath.
“You were joking while you weren’t sleeping?”
" uh. "
"Are you speaking informally now.. ;"
I don't know. I'm just annoyed by my seniors, my bullies, and everyone else.
I think it's better to do something efficient instead of worrying about that. I don't want to waste my emotions on something unnecessary.
“I don’t know, it hurts so just go.”
"Does it hurt? Where is it?"
“My whole body aches.”
"Ah... I understand...! I'll be back later."
Can I be honest? You seemed a little cute.
I was sick, but I finally went crazy. Who knew a punk could look cute.
Oh, but something suddenly crossed my mind. Did you dye your hair?
At first, I glimpsed his face through his arm, and it was definitely black hair.
“2nd grade.. what class were you in?”
I feel so stupid. Worried that I might have hurt them again, I went upstairs to the second-grade classroom. After wandering around for a while, I ran into that person.
“What is it, Han Yeo-ju?”
“Yes. I came to ask you something since you came to see me earlier.”
“.. Still, did you care?”
"No. Please don't misunderstand."
"You're really tough..."
"Oh right, you dyed your hair?"
“You don’t know anymore?”
“Ah.. yes. It looks much better.”
When did you let your hair down again? I've never seen you with your hair covered before, so you look completely different.
“Are you not sick?”
“Yeah, it’s better than before.”
" thank god! "
It was then, only now, that I realized. The sheer number of eyes on me. I wondered what I looked like, a leader sitting there chatting with some punk.
“..I’ll go now.”
“Huh..? Already?”
“Yes, class is starting soon.”
“Ah.. I see. See you next time!”
He's needlessly kind and a mess. That person is already unlucky, so what could be even more unlucky? That I even have feelings for him?
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