He never did anything extreme enough to get into real trouble—just enough to make your life a little more frustrating every day. He was strategic, choosing the perfect moments to strike when the teachers weren’t looking or when no one else was around to witness it. At first, you thought it was random, but it became clear over time: you were his favorite target. Whether it was because you reacted too easily or because he simply enjoyed making your life difficult, you didn’t know. Every morning, he found some new way to test your patience. A foot stuck out in the hallway, forcing you to stumble. A stolen notebook held just out of reach, forcing you to chase after him. A sharp flick to your forehead when you were too focused on your work to see him coming. His presence was like an inescapable shadow, always lurking nearby, always waiting to pull some new trick. Lunch was no better. He made sure your chair mysteriously disappeared right before you sat down, or that your bag ended up in a place you knew you hadn’t left it. The worst part was that no one ever seemed to catch him in the act. The teachers only ever saw your frustration, never his smirk right before he turned away. And yet, there were times when his presence wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Like the time you nearly tumbled down the stairs, caught off guard by the weight of your own exhaustion. A sharp grip on your wrist stopped your fall before you even registered what had happened. For once, Yeonhwa wasn’t laughing. His expression was unreadable, his hand steady as he held you upright. Then, just as quickly, the smirk returned. The moment of seriousness vanished as if it had never existed, replaced by that infuriating air of amusement that followed him everywhere. No matter how much he got under your skin, he never stopped. And somehow, you knew he never planned to.