FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

HIS JACKET

The next morning, Pon and Sailub met on the first floor.

It had been raining since midnight, and it hadn’t stopped until the morning.

The weather was foggy, and the air felt cold and damp like the winter rain.

Pon was too lazy to bother with an umbrella and got under Sailub’s umbrella, squeezing together with him.

Sailub already had breakfast, he brought Pon soy milk and a rice ball.

“Whenever it rains, I don’t want to go anywhere except under my blanket,” Pon took a sip of the warm soy milk, his voice slightly shivering. “Do they still have a sense of humanity? Making us go to early morning self-study in this weather?”

“You should say that to Nono,” Sailub replied lazily as they walked towards the teaching building.

Many people greeted them along the way.

The umbrella was large enough to accommodate two people, but Sailub still quietly tilted it slightly towards Pon’s side.

When they reached the classroom, Nono hadn’t arrived yet. The classroom was lively, with no one really studying properly.

People were eating, copying homework, making up for missed assignments, and doing all sorts of things.

Pon took out his English textbook and absentmindedly recited a few sentences from the text, but his gaze kept wandering to Sailub.

Today, he was wearing Sailub’s jacket.

Yesterday, he noticed that Sailub had forgotten to take a piece of clothing hanging in his wardrobe—his black, oversized jacket, clean and simple without any decorations or patterns.

Who knew what he was thinking, but after staring at the jacket for a while, he casually placed it on his own bed.

This morning, seeing that it was raining outside and the weather had turned cold, he disregarded his own well-stocked wardrobe and put on Sailub’s black jacket, telling himself that it was to block the wind.

Now that the rain had stopped, sitting in the warm and bright classroom, Sailub hadn’t expressed any opinion about the jacket on his body from the beginning to the end.

Pon muttered in his mind, could it be that Sailub hadn’t noticed that he was secretly wearing his jacket?

But since Sailub hadn’t noticed, Pon was too lazy to bring it up.

He folded the sleeves up a bit and found it quite warm. Sailub’s coat was clean, but it carried a faint scent of cedarwood, perfect for winter, cool yet refreshing.

Though he didn’t want to admit it, Pon liked this scent. There was no reason for it, it was just ingrained in his genes.

He secretly glanced at Sailub, and seeing that Sailub wasn’t looking at him, he sneakily inhaled a few deep breaths.

Sailub took advantage of the early self-study to work on a math paper, but his pen stopped on the third problem, and didn’t write for a long time.

The tip of his pen poked several small black dots out of the snow-white test paper.

He didn’t look at Pon, but he lightly curled his mouth and wrote a cursive “L” on the test paper.

It was not until the afternoon that the light and continuous rain stopped, but in the evening, it unexpectedly started to snow.

The people around Pon were all hiding under their desks and secretly eating roasted sweet potatoes.

It was Pon and Sailub who went out to buy them, and when they returned, they handed out one to everyone.