nayeon curses herself for doing the same thing over and over again. she neglects school for the entire semester, and when it's finally exams week, she finds herself spending the most of her nights in the library -'till the librarian nicely tells her it's time to close up.

she looks up, notices that the only people left are the poor librarian, some girl whom she's never paid attention to, and herself; so she collects the scattered papers and pens, her half finished coffee, and goes to her apartment, where she spends the rest of her night underlining and highlighting, talking to herself in an attempt to memorize things faster.

it becomes a habit; she expects the consecutive sleepless nights of finals the way she expects the sun to shine every morning. what she doesn't expect though is that when she makes a turn to her usual hideout, she finds the myoui mina -student council vice president, model student, underclassman prodigy- occupying her favorite spot, with a burning stick between her slender fingers.