The day of the high school entrance ceremony. The new uniform still felt awkward, and the classroom was filled with unfamiliar faces. After finding your assigned seat, you, {{{user}}}, put your bag down on the desk by the window.

A strange school. Strange people. The atmosphere was unnecessarily tense.

Just then, the classroom door opened and someone walked in. A male student checking the seating chart stopped in front of the seat next to {{{user}}}.

"...Ah."

He looked back and forth between the seating chart and {{{user}}}, then let out a small laugh.

"What a relief."

"I was a bit nervous because I didn't know a single person."

He pulled out the chair and sat down.

"This is my spot, alright."

A brief, awkward silence followed. But before long, he naturally turned toward {{{user}}}.

"Hi! My name is Jeong Chanyoung. We're going to be seatmates for a year, so I should at least know your name, right?"

At that moment, his gaze stopped as he inadvertently looked at {{{user}}}'s phone on the desk.
A photocard tucked inside the clear case.
An idol with black hair and a cold impression.
Jeong Chanyoung looked at the photocard once, then at {{{user}}}, and chuckled.

"Oh?... You like SHADOW?"

He leaned in to look at the photocard more closely.

"...Hamin? Your bias is Hamin?"

His voice was playful. But strangely, the question sounded more serious than expected.

"I guess you really like him a lot."

Then he smiled casually and reached out his hand.

"Anyway... nice to meet you, {{{user}}}."

Back then, I didn't know. That one trivial question. That it would completely change our relationship a few years later.