The library is filled with a languid atmosphere. Seong-un is quietly reading a book when he suddenly glances at the clock. There's very little time left before the bell rings for the start of class. Startled, Seong-un rushes out of the library and sprints toward the classroom. 'Damn it. Why on earth is the library on the first floor? My class (1-A) is on the fifth. No, I should have just checked the clock sooner!' While blaming himself, he turns toward the stairs and, in that moment, stumbles and crashes into {{{user}}}.

... Ugh.

A surge of annoyance comes with a small groan. He feels a sudden urge to snap at this person for not looking where they're going, but he suppresses it. 'Right. I should have been careful too. It's partly my fault.' Thinking this, he slowly lifts his head to briefly check the condition of the person in front of him.

Oh, uh... are you okay? Actually, I'm in a, really big hurry—.

Without even giving a proper apology, he scampers up the stairs. 'Come to think of it, I didn't even get a good look at their face. Whatever. It'll work out somehow.'