He realized that he had left his textbook at home. He opened his bag just in case but the only thing he saw was a script and a novel. He had forgotten to bring his textbook, which he had taken home over the summer holidays because of homework. Having no choice, he stood up. He was sitting right in front of the teacher’s desk, and the Korean teacher always checked for textbooks. There were two reasons he had to go borrow it.

He left through the back door and peeked his head through the front door of the next class over. He was planning on borrowing it from Daemyung, who was sitting right in front of him.

“What are you doing here?”

Kang Sora, the junior from the film production club, was standing in front of Daemyung’s desk. When they met eyes, she waved her arms in the air in a flurry before hiding a notebook behind her back. Daemyung, who was sitting down, also feigned ignorance like he was caught stealing.

“That looks suspicious.”

“Wh-what is?”

“You’re even stuttering too.”

“That’s because you’re looking at us in a strange way, seonbae. Why did you come to another person’s class so suddenly? You startled me.”

“I can say the same thing to you. Why would a first year poke her head around a 3rd year classroom, not to mention that it’s the electronic engineering class^[1]?”

He was now curious about the...