The sound of fabric brushing against fabric reached my ears—the only noise breaking the silence.

I lifted my head, striving for nonchalance. As expected, Go Yohan was lying beside me, propping his chin up with his hand, watching me.

"What are you staring at?"

"Early leave slip."

My lips moved, weaving a lie with surprising ease. I folded the small slip of paper, barely the size of my palm, even smaller, and shoved it into my pocket—narrow and tight—just in case Yohan’s curiosity flared.

“You’re really giving that early leave slip a good look.”

“Can’t I?”

To Yohan, a carrot and a lie. To myself, a chance to slip out of a trap. I said my piece, but I couldn’t even meet his eyes. I fixated instead on his uniform, tangled with my blanket. His face was cheese. Rotten bait, sitting in a mousetrap.

I just needed him to buy my act.

"Jun, what are we playing now?"

"Playing? I’m studying."

"An hour won’t kill you."

"The college entrance exam is coming up—"

"You’ve been dodging me a lot lately."

Luckily, Yohan didn’t seem interested in the sly plan hidden inside my pocket. I was a little tense, I won’t lie. With those long legs of his, he could’ve easily crossed the distance, slipped his hand into my pocket, and snatched the folded paper away.

His feet, stretched out from the bed, nudged the air lazily. Long and careless, tipping just over the edge of the mattress.@@novelbin@@

I watched the slight, twitching movements. I wasn’t focused on them for any particular reason—just avoiding his eyes.

“…You’re so fucking petty.”

Tsk. Yohan clicked his tongue softly.

He had this uncanny ability—drawing eyes without trying. Like now. My gaze snapped to him, reflexive.

"Jun, I’m bored."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and through the slight parting, his sharp canine flashed. The sight brought an absurd thought to mind—people with pronounced canines are supposed to be carnivores. Predators.

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