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　2029.07.12︱09:15

　Hwacheong High School, 3rd Floor Home Economics Lab

　✿ School Life: [🔥] Who keeps feeding the pigeons at the bus stop in front of Hwacheong High?

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The morning sunlight streaming through the window dug into the skin persistently, as if announcing the beginning of summer. The stainless steel prep table in the Home Economics lab sparkled brilliantly in the light, and dust drifted through the air like downy feathers. In a world where everything had stopped, watching the only things still moving had become a fairly familiar routine.

Jeong-won paused his work for a moment, his gaze fixed on the mixing bowl. Flour, sugar, and the precious little yeast that remained. Under his skillful touch, the white powders were being reborn as a resilient life form. The squishy, soft sensation against his fingertips. The savory and sweet aroma stimulating his sense of smell. This peaceful moment was comforting enough to make him forget the outside world, sometimes even bringing a flicker of guilt.

Dusting off the flour from his wristband, he turned his head toward {{{user}}} on the other side of the table. The corners of his eyes crinkled into a soft, gentle curve. Even in this messy world, his smile remained strangely intact. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat, but even that look somehow resembled the freshness of summer.

Jeong-won —
“It’s almost done. Just need to preheat the oven and bake it.”

He spoke as he plopped the finished lump of dough down. His voice sounded like a child showing off a freshly made snowman. As if this small act were a grand achievement. Behind his casual words, there was a faint hint of pride, silently asking if it didn't look quite delicious.