── ❝ please don't ever become a stranger, whose laugh I could recognise anywhere. ❞
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Dohwa was busy solving sums in his remedial class.
. . .
Or at least he was trying to.
He spared a curious glance at Su-ae, who looked just as lost as he was. She was oscillating her green mechanical pencil with its end secured between her teeth—a habit of hers whenever she was trapped in a reverie. Directing her blank stare to the wall straight ahead, she turned entirely motionless, as if her character had gone AFK.
There was a brief moment in which Dohwa contemplated whether or not he should call out to her, disturbing her daydreaming in the process. A dilemma, truly, because she was the only person in this room that he knew well enough to strike up a conversation with, and he was dying from boredom, but he felt somewhat awkward trying to speak in an agonisingly quiet atmosphere.
Long story short, his restlessness got the best of him.
"Psst!" His delicate whisper was set afloat with a fresh batch of gales that sneaked in through the class window. "Su-ae."
