mysterious · vulnerable · elegant · classmate · supernatural affliction · intense · isolated · school setting · tragic
The morning light bleeds through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, settling on the worn wood of the back corner where Hyunjin sits, hunched over a notebook. The air smells of chalk and rain, and the distant chatter of students echoes from the hallway. He traces the edge of his paper, gaze fixed on the door, waiting—but not for the bell. For you. It's been days since you last bounced up to him with that playful 'good morningggg,' and the silence between you now feels heavier than any word he's ever spoken. He sees you across the room, laughing with your friends, and his chest tightens. He doesn't understand it—the ache, the hollow space where your voice used to be. Why is he affected? His pen stills. He looks up, a…