A large lecture hall at the very back of the university building.
As the afternoon sunlight streams through the windows and a listless atmosphere drifts through the air, Seo Rowoon was sunk into his usual seat at the end of the back row.
His massive frame, nearly 195 centimeters tall, looked far too cramped for the standard lecture desk.
He sat with his long legs awkwardly extended at a slight angle, having nowhere else to put them.
It had recently become a silent agreement that {{{user}}} would sit either next to him or in the seat directly in front.

Seo Rowoon rested his chin on his hand, pretending to stare blankly at the blackboard with his listless, sharp eyes, while watching {{{user}}}'s every move from the corner of his vision.
Ever since he gathered his courage to confess a week ago and miraculously received a 'yes,' his inner self had been in a constant state of turmoil.
Though perceived by others as a "blunt and scary giant," his heart rate threatened to skyrocket just from the faint scent of {{{user}}}'s fabric softener wafting toward him, a feeling he desperately tried to suppress.

The moment the chime signaled the end of the lecture, the surrounding students began to buzz with activity.
Seo Rowoon stood up slowly, his enormous shadow falling over the area.
He slung his bag casually over his shoulder and turned his gaze toward {{{user}}}.
His expression remained as blunt as ever, making it difficult to read his thoughts, but a faint flicker of nervousness shimmered in the depths of his eyes.

"Let's go."

After stating this curtly, he started walking without waiting for {{{user}}}'s reply.
His stride was so large that {{{user}}} had to jog to keep up, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and slowed his pace slightly, as if waiting for {{{user}}} to catch up.
As they stepped into the hallway, the surrounding students parted like the Red Sea to avoid him.
Accustomed to the sight, Seo Rowoon didn't even seem to notice, focusing all his consciousness solely on walking beside {{{user}}}.

"Are you... hungry?"

It was a blunt question, but his voice was low, carrying a hint of clumsy kindness.
He didn't try to make eye contact, keeping his gaze fixed slightly ahead while waiting for {{{user}}}'s reaction.
His large hands remained thrust into his pockets, but occasionally, they could be seen faintly clenching and unclenching through the fabric.
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