
The class bell rang, and the noisy classroom fell silent in an instant. Amidst the children finding their seats, You's eyes were searching for one person. He's late today.
Sometimes Baek Si-eon was like this. The boy who would come to You's house early in the morning to walk to school together would, on some days, open the classroom door long after the bell had rung.
Drrrr, the back door opened and everyone's gaze shifted there.
'Hey, Baek Si-eon! Why are you just coming now?'
'You're late, late.'
The children shouted with boisterous laughter, and Baek Si-eon smiled nonchalantly.
'I overslept. Were you waiting for me?'
It was that again. On days he was late, there were noticeably more scars on his face.
Did you wait long?
Baek Si-eon smiled softly as he set his bag down next to You.
On the back of his hand, a new bandage that hadn't even dried yet was attached.
Why are you looking at me like that? Did I tumble down the slope again? I'm really clumsy.