the skies are dull, and the air feels damp as y/n walks through the school gates. the umbrella swings in her hand with every step, the bright red sticking out against the gray morning. y/n barely glances at the gray skies as she walks through the school gates, the chill in the air nipping at her fingers.
she stops by the teacher's lounge, where the lost and found bin sits in its usual corner, the same as always. without a word, she crouches down, pulls out the red umbrella from her bag, and slips it back into the pile.
done.
her footsteps echo softly in the hallway as she makes her way to class. when she steps inside, the room is already buzzing with noise—chairs scraping, conversations overlapping, someone's music leaking faintly through their headphones.
y/n slides into her seat quietly, setting her bag down with a quiet thud.
taesan looks up from his notebook, raising an eyebrow at her. "you're early."
"don't make it a thing," she says, pulling out her stationery.
he grins, leaning back in his chair like he has all the time in the world. "who said i was making it a thing?"
y/n ignores him, scribbling the date at the top of her notebook.
"so," he starts, his voice casual but teasing, "you're actually on time, the rain's stopped, and you don't look like a wet cat today. miracle."
she glances at him, unimpressed. "what are you, the weather police?"
"just making observations."
"well, observe someone else."
taesan chuckles, turning back to his notebook, but y/n can still feel his grin lingering on him.
the teacher walks in then, shushing the class with a sharp clap, and the room falls into a hushed murmur. y/n doesn't look at taesan again, but she knows he's still smirking, probably thinking of another way to get on her nerves.
