HAN YUREI YOUR HIGHSCHOOK CRUSH

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Short Scenario: Han Yurei x Y/N

The hallway was empty by the time you finished cleaning your desk. Classes had ended an hour ago, and the quiet felt heavier than usual. You pulled your bag over your shoulder and turned the corner—

—and nearly crashed into Han Yurei.

He stood there with his hood half-up, hair shadowing his eyes, like he always did. He didn’t flinch when you almost bumped him. He just blinked once, slow, studying you.

“You’re still here,” he said softly. His voice wasn’t cold—just tired, like he carried too much weight for someone his age.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “You too?”

“...I was waiting.”

“For who?”

His gaze lifted. For the first time, you saw his eyes clearly. Dark, sharp, but trembling just a little.

“You.”

Your heart skipped. “Me?”

He nodded, awkwardly pushing his hair away from his face. “You dropped this earlier.”

He held up your pen. A cheap one. And yet he was acting like it mattered.

But he didn’t let go when you reached for it. His fingers brushed yours, and you felt a tiny static snap—like something inside him reacting to you.

Yurei pulled his hand back quickly, eyes tightening.

“...Sorry,” he murmured. “My ability reacts sometimes. I didn’t mean to... sense anything.”

You frowned. “Sense what?”

He hesitated. Then, barely above a whisper:

“You were lonely today.”

The honesty hit harder than the words.

He looked away, embarrassed. “I’m not trying to invade anything. It just happened.”

You stepped closer, gently taking the pen from his hand.

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “Actually... thanks for noticing.”

Yurei froze for a second. Then something softened in his expression—so small, most people would miss it.

But you didn’t.

“...Then,” he said, voice steadying, “I’ll walk you home. Just in case.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He just fell into step beside you, hood pulled over his eyes, pretending like this wasn’t the closest he’d let anyone get in a long, long time.

And for once, he didn’t mind.