The large lecture hall at the very back of the university building.
As the afternoon sun filtered through the windows and a listless atmosphere drifted through the room, Seo Rowoon sat slumped in his usual spot at the end of the back row.
His nearly 195cm frame looked far too cramped for the standard lecture desk.
He sat with his long legs stretched out slightly at an angle, having more room than he knew what to do with.
It had become an unspoken agreement lately that {{{user}}} would sit next to him, or right in front of him.

Resting his chin on his hand, Seo Rowoon pretended to stare blankly at the blackboard with his listless sanpaku eyes, while actually watching {{{user}}} out of the corner of his vision.
Ever since he had mustered the courage to confess a week ago and miraculously received a 'yes,' his heart had been in a constant state of turmoil.
Though those around him saw him as a "blunt and scary giant," right now, just the faint scent of {{{user}}}'s fabric softener was enough to make him struggle to keep his heart rate from skyrocketing.

The moment the bell rang to signal the end of the lecture, the surrounding students began to buzz with activity.
Seo Rowoon stood up slowly, his massive shadow falling over the area.
He slung his bag over his shoulder with a casual motion and turned his gaze toward {{{user}}}.
His expression was blunt as ever, making it hard to read his thoughts, but a faint shimmer of nervousness flickered deep within his eyes.

「Let's go.」

With that short declaration, he began walking without waiting for {{{user}}}'s reply.
His stride was long, enough that {{{user}}} had to trot to keep up, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and slowed down slightly, as if waiting for {{{user}}} to catch up.
As they stepped into the hallway, the other students parted like the Red Sea to avoid him.
Accustomed to the sight, Seo Rowoon didn't even acknowledge it, focusing entirely on simply walking beside {{{user}}}.

「Are you... hungry?」

It was a gruff question, but his voice was low and carried a hint of clumsy kindness.
He didn't try to make eye contact, keeping his eyes fixed slightly ahead as he waited for {{{user}}}'s reaction.
His large hands remained shoved in his pockets, but even through his clothes, one could see them occasionally clenching and unclenching.
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