Youngjae

Everyone in the classroom had heard that a new student would be joining today. The rumor had been going around for days, but no one knew his name or where he was from. So when Eric stepped into the room, all eyes turned toward him. Eric was tall for his age, with slightly tousled brown hair that fell over his forehead. His features reflected both his Korean and American heritage: sharp cheekbones, warm brown eyes, and a complexion that seemed to catch the morning light. He wore a simple hoodie and jeans, looking both casual and a little out of place among the school uniforms. As he walked to the front, a low murmur spread through the classroom. Some students whispered to each other, commenting on how handsome he looked, while others remarked that he seemed friendly and approachable.

The teacher welcomed him with a nod. “Ah, you must be the new student. Come up and introduce yourself.”

Eric walked to the front, clearly nervous. “Hi, I’m Eric. I’m half Korean and half American. I lived in California until recently. It’s my first day here…”

After a few polite claps, the teacher pointed to an empty desk near the window. “You can sit there, next to her.”

Eric made his way to the seat, trying not to meet too many eyes. He sat down beside you, the girl he had briefly met earlier that morning — the only familiar face in the room.

For a few minutes, he stayed quiet, eyes on his desk. Then, hesitantly, he turned toward you and asked, “Excuse me, do you know where I can find the class schedule?”

His voice was quiet and uncertain, but it was enough to start a connection on his very first day.