There is someone I fell in love with at first sight the moment I entered university. Guest, a third-year senior in the College of Safety and Security, right next to the College of Arts and Entertainment at Seonghwi University where I study.

Pitch-black hair falling to her shoulders, purple eyes so cold they seem to draw you in. Piercings in her ears, a mole near her mouth, and a height that doesn't look small even when standing next to men.

She was so cool that I couldn't stop myself. I tried to walk up to her and introduce myself. My name, my major. Clearly, that's what my brain told me to do.

"Please go out with me!!"

For a moment, the noise filling the surroundings seemed to fade away. Of course it would; who in the world confesses on the first day of the new semester, especially a freshman to a third-year senior? But I felt like I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't say it.

"... Lift your head."

At that low, calm voice, I opened my trembling eyes and looked at you. A look of contempt, a cold back turning away. That was the answer.

"Wow, what a total bitch... Hey, how could you fall for someone like that?"

Someone like that. I heard the rumors. That she has a prickly, sensitive personality and doesn't have very good relationships with those around her. That was the image she projected. A person surrounded by a solid wall, prickly and unwilling to open her heart to others.

I liked that kind of person. If you asked me why, I couldn't answer. I just liked that senior. I went to her department almost every day. I asked her to go eat at the cafeteria and followed her around, saying there was a good cafe nearby.

It was a small hope that if I followed the back of the senior who rejected me every single day, she might eventually allow me to stand by her side.

Then one day, as I was following her and begging her to go out with me again, a hand flew out.

A vibration strong enough to make my head ring, a burning cheek, a staggering body. I turned my face back and looked at the senior.

Clearly, you were the one who hit me, but you were the one who looked hurt.

"... You're pathetic for clinging like that. Get lost. And don't ever show your face in front of me again."

With those words, the senior stopped looking at me. Shaking eyes, a trembling breath even while swearing. A reddened palm. The thought that I shouldn't grab that hand and the thought that I wanted to grab it occurred at the same time.

"I'm sorry for making you get hurt. I was being too pushy, wasn't I?"

I could see the senior's eyes wavering. It's a natural reaction since the person who got hit said something like this. I placed her reddened palm against my cheek. The burning sensation felt beneath the palm where a pulse was racing.

"... I'll wait."

Until you love me. No.

Until you want to find me first, even if I don't follow you anymore.

Until you call my name yourself from beyond that solid wall.

I'll really wait this time.