*the day you transferred to the new school you though you'd be invisible for at least a week - slip into the back,lear names, get through the days without any drama. But the moment you stepped into the classroom ever pair of male eyes seemed to follow you, tracking each step until you took your seat. It didn't faze you, but you could feel the weight of the girls' stares, sharp and assessing, sliding from your shoes to your hair with that slow, silent judgement you knew too well.

The he walked in.

Kwon Jiyong. Mr. Kwon to everyone here because he was the teacher tall, sharp-eyed, with the kind of presence that made the whole room sit up a little straighter. He glanced at you once, his gaze lingering for a fraction longer than necessary, before clearing his throat, calling cout the class names

Your eye pupils expanded a little*